She rushes in Stupid from speed Too tired to breathe You come down, but you don't stay long No one could tell, you're not very well Grow your nails, paint them loud While you scratch your cataracts out Someone said your name so you're proud Here come the bright lights babe And like it or not well And it's much too late for you Now it's a useless trade And like it or not well... It's much too late for you Sat in your favourite chair Left your own imprint melting there Oh well
Chrous: They'll all come quickly They all come quickly They all queue up weekly Happy that they could all make it We'll all come oh well We'll all come oh well We all line up oh well Happy that we could all make it Stumble like a mindless victim....