Popscene - Live

A fervored image of another world Is nothing in particular now And imitation comes naturally But I never really stopped to think how And everyone is a clever clone A chrome colored clone am I So in the absence of a way of life I'll repeat this again and again... and again Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene, all right I'm leaving town to run away Run into your twisted arms No queues and there's no panic there Just dangling your feet in the grass My lack of natural luster now Seems to be losing me friends So in the absence of a way of life I'll repeat this again and again... and again Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene, all right Hey, hey, come out tonight Hey, hey, come out tonight Popscene