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