All the goose-step girlies with their cursive faces We know it's all Braille beneath the skirt I'm a bulletproof bizzop and swing heil And I don't really care what gentlemen prefer
Say, all you pindown girls and bonafied ballers So manically depressed and manically dressed We got a "Venus Not In Furs" but "In Uniforms" If you're not dancing, then you're dead
All the thug rock kids are playing All the punk god angels sayin' "The toys are us, and we don't even know"
All the thug rock kids are playing All the punk god angels sayin' "The toys are us, and we don't even know"
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers! You're one of us! You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO! Throw your shapes, doppelgangers You're one of us!
Trumpet-mouth junky-saints go silver-tongue Marching down the stairway to substance Cocaingels and asses give me opiate masses Fill up your church porn preachers And we'll fill up your glasses