Standing on the rocks
Gazing across the blue lagoon
Sing me a melancholy melody
From your moon
The metropolis is growling
With bulldozers and vacuums
I don't believe in magic
But I do believe in you

Yes you, who do not operate
At escalator speed
Yes you, who function way above
All our collective leagues
While [bad word] on a treadmill
Like a lab rat on a wheel
From no one to nowhere 
Brainwashed by your weird showreel

Strike me like a thunderbolt
Strike me with a billion volts
I'm [bad word] gagging out [bad word] assault
Strike me psycho
Thunderbolt

I see strange shadows shoot
Across my bedroom at night
Sirens swirl in neon worlds
And get me all excited
I leave my room on a moonbeam
To the ministry of sound
We'll [bad word]  baby
With the boy racers through town

And the gods are [bad word] Snorting stardust
They feast on our fears
And spunk on our [bad word] But paradise is ours
If we will it 
Paradise is ours
If we build it

Strike me like a thunderbolt
Strike me with a billion volts
I'm [bad word] gagging out [bad word] assault
Strike me psycho
Thunderbolt