In a half-faced mask made of tinted gla** Walking streets of creased wet concrete where her curse [attacks] sometime by the screaming chain-store signs You can feel each bruise with each shakey hoof which conveys her through this limbo where the blue lights [at full tide] Deny the facts of her life When you ruled by his [????] [by his broken his children] You beat up on the Joneses [Only robots could k** me] Because you know he was with you when you buried your future you were lost and 18 Lost CHORUS: You justify the use of force by the well-armed world that [did you so short] as the years roll on by like a drunk old horse and you purr like Gary Numan's Porsche See the midlife hacks with their [...] of cash get to live for long enough to see nostalgia and pastiche stored in leather and mesquite But they take out 'f'-words and they take out the 'p'-words and they take out the 'j'-words and they take out the 'zed'-word and they take out the 'u'-word and they take out the 'end'-word All that's left is the garbage but that will do--CHORUS On Gary Numan's Porsche it says, "Bring back the 60's, save the queen [but gas the poor]" Gary Numan's Porsche is waiting outside of the stage door so don't deface the room He'll be leaving soon...I hope Well, it's 80's Night, her remaining light as the Bedsit '81 fades into Suicide '94 2,000,094 and the future [we told] [like the snow-in ????] and the one which we live in Charmless and boring Gary, please, can you fix it? take us up in your spaceship Set us free in this Porsche which says... You justify the use the force by the well-armed world that knows you're cornered in the work of [...] there are better things to do than name the days--CHORUS