Something in the air Is telling me to go there So I'll follow my nose Go wherever it goes It's calling from around the corner Waiting just outside of
He said his name was Cameo, Cameo He said his name was Cameo, Cameo He said his name was Cameo He danced a nasty, funk-style retro He drove a bright
I am a human rocket On a mission of deployment I've been cocked and loaded Ready for the culmination I am a human missile Guided by a secret agenda That
He was lost and he was lonely Pretending to be bold He was a brave little soldier Marching all alone He was looking for some answers He was looking for
bus" Love is mind games Love is mind games She complains, you listen nice Then gets P. O.'d by your advice She waits until it's time for bed To question
Listen up y'all It's D-E-V-O They say the night time is the right time So now it's high time to choose your destiny Take a hard line, let some fur fly
A song of truth and beauty for you In the bigger scheme of things We haven't been around here More than a moment And yet too many it seems believe We
What we do is what we do What we do is what we do What we do is what we do What we do is what we do What we do is what we do It's all the same, there
the breeze You wish you were king or queen You wish you'd hit the lottery But wishing is for chumps High hoping is for fools They'll hunt you down And taze you, bro For
I'll deal with it later Later is now Sooner or later everything comes to light Later is now Sooner or later everybody feels the bite Later is now Sooner or later everybody
Please, baby, please, baby Baby, baby, please, baby Please, baby, please, baby Baby, baby, please, baby Please, baby, please, baby Baby, baby, please
all around But the New World Order wants to take me down They got something for everybody Something for everybody Something for everybody Something for everybody Alright Something for everybody Something
a razor blade three different souls And the lives they made I grew up in the 80's in the palisades I was listening to Devo And everybody catered to
a weapon of mass destruction Brixton DJ and he played the funk, son A local hero yo, but now he ain't unsung Jimmy brought rum, he looking for clean
Well Tally ho! Yippy ki-yi-ya! Narf! Zort! Let's burn the ship and throw the kids overboard I'm bored (I'm bored) I need something to do How 'bout we
