All your heads bobbing
Do your body popping
Keep yourself dreaming
Come and let me hear you scream
People gonna hurt you
People will desert you
Come into my living room
Let me take all your clothes off
Why you got that face?
When's it gonna happen?
When you got that face?
It might be too late
Come on all you, loners
Cloners and stoners
Heads that are steaming
Life with no meaning
People leave you hungry
They rob all your money
Come into to my living room
Let me take all your clothes off
Why you got that face?
When's it gonna happen?
When you got that face?
It might be too late
Why you got that face?
When's it gonna happen?
It could be the end of the world
And we don't know where we're going
And we don't know where we're going
And we don't know where we're going
And we don't know where we're going