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