Up to the fire escape
it's gonna rain downtown, gonna take you back to '88
i dunno who you pretend to be
that neon plastic coat of yours
ain't nothing to appropriate
hold tight, my liar, my hand
let's lick the radio rod
gat a taster of your favorite band
we interrupt two transmissions
see, chewing up the airwaves
cause we haven't had our evening tea...
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