Dark Wave

You fed his bod a metal rod You turned into a fuselage You took a right on the new highway And did a waltz on his jelly laze Rising rising When your pictures is American icons rising rising Run to the riches and you tear up your shell ronde creatures And day-glo kids with your riders on top too riding riding If you’re like me it’s not too late You fantasize about the page A two-horse carriage garage Take the reins down the new highway A culvert down to the ducks and drakes Rising rising Looking mighty fake with your ? tailbone Flizing flizing Soon you’ll go to this killing time Blondie creature Multiple gear with his eyes all around you Rying rying If you’re like me it’s not too late