I am in the way
I am in the way
I am moving to a new town
To be closer to you
To be closer to you
To be near you
This lonesome glow is brighter, baby!
Fix me, fix me
We must blend into the choir
Sing as static with the whole.
We must memorize nine numbers and Deny we have a soul.
And in this endless race for property and Privilege to be won.
We must run, we must run, we must run.