Trip around in the desert city, trip around on the sun
Take a trip in the dead man’s city, trip around on the sun
Chaos and the masses
Hoi polloi and the classes
Folk and the common people
Give me anesthesia in a vigilante city
Where the degenerate and the outlaw go
Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity
Think I’m gonna panic so come on let’s go
Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration)
Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration)
Don’t push me (it’s just a demonstration)
Don’t push me
Give me anesthesia in a vigilante city
Where the degenerate and the outlaw go
Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity
Think I’m gonna panic so come on let go
Do you trust your feelings
Do you trust your head
I’ve got a queasy feelin’
As we count the dead
Chaos and the masses
Hoi polloi the classes
Poking the common people
Give me anesthesia and a vigilante city
Where the degenerate and the outlaw go
Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity
Think I’m gonna panic so let’s go
Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration)
Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration)
Don’t push me (it’s just a demonstration)
Don’t push me