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don't know if it's day or night, 
When I'm underneath the neon sign. 

Underneath the neon sign. 
Electronic nature made by man with robots in mind.
The Brain Of A Miss World

Stiched Up With Love By Her Husband To Be
Reanimated For All Men To See
It Seems She's A Monster Amidst Human-kind
I Think She's
But how they forget
He needed a wake-up call
And he will regret
Having been so shallow
He made me believe
That I was some kind of myth
So here I am
How
Day by day, night after night
Blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here, hustlin' there
No one's got the time to spare
Money's tight, nothin' free
Day by day, night after night
Blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here, hustlin' there
No one's got the time to spare

Money's tight, nothin' free
Won't
Kick the falling leaves around
 (Knock on wood)
 Got to move to some other kind of town
 (For Hollywood)

 Well I was dazzled by the moonlight
Day by day, night after night
Blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here, hustlin' there
No one's got the time to spare
Money's tight, nothin' free
by things the hard way
Well you learn how to hold on tight
So don't think you can waltz in here, and take her without a fight

This ain't just some
of Kingdom and pope

Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek America
I feel my blood boil
I feel my spine coil
My hair is ripping
My mind is tripping
I am a monster
Can I come over?
Some kind of demon
To get you
of kingdom and pope
Like good Christians, some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek America
of Kingdom and pope

Like good Christians some would burn the witches
Later some got slaves to gather riches

But still from near and far to seek America
Day by day,night after night,
Blinded by the neon lights.
Hurry here, hustlin' there,
No one's got the time to spare.
Money's tight, nothin'
of the monster
He rescues the maiden fair
But we know she's a demon
Come to lute him to the demon's lair
Through restless foliage and tall trees he leads
Day by day, night after night
Blinded by the neon lights
Hurry here, hustlin' there
No one's got the time to spare
Money's tight, nothin' free
the mouth of the monster
He rescues the maiden fair.
But we know shes a demon
Come to lure him to demons lair.

Through restless foliage and tall trees
floated by 
I stood and held your hand. 
And nobody else's hand will ever do 
Nobody else will do 
Then I awoke 
Was this some kind of joke 
Much
paniced some breathed some movement by the trees
somebody some magical logical something in the loom
some whom shall i say someone is watching every step
by parasitic greedhead scam
From Sarawak to Amazonas
Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills
Cortege rhythm of falling timber.

What kind of currency grows
From the mouth of the monster
He rescues the maiden fair
But we know she's a demon
Come to lure him to the demon's lair

Through restless foliage
colour hides their fear,
Flowers faded, dull and cold, now bleached by atmosphere

Creatures twisting under trees, huge monsters soaked with rage
by parasitic greedhead scam
From Sarawak to Amazonas
Costa Rica to mangy B.C. hills
Cortege rhythm of falling timber.

What kind of currency grows
by things the hard way
Well you learn how to hold on tight
So don't think you can waltz in here, and take her without a fight

This ain't just some
trudge so judge me for my labour

I walk in a bar and immediately I sense danger
You look at me, girl, as if I was some kind of a
A total stranger
My first recollection is a day in December
Black iron steam engine covered in ice
Like some Precambrian monster
Moaning and snorting
Nothing was