Paroles: Head Automatica. Popaganda. Nowhere Fast.

I needed just a hit, one hit
It's very little hit, I'm sure I won't like it
I needed to be heard, one hit would send me flying

I got away with murder last night in the parking lot
In cold blood I have murdered parts of us that we forgot

I walked into a kiss, on kiss
From the very lonely miss who lives to fulfil my wish
I needed to be hurt, one kiss would send me flying

I got away with murder last night in the parking lot
In cold blood I have murdered parts of us that we forgot

I will be going nowhere fast
Nowhere fast

I had to write a hit, one hit
It's a very little hit, I'm sure you won't like it
I needed to rehearse, one hit would send me flying