They’re eating sushi, but they’re not breathing
Because they’re not alive at all
They’re all about be great lawyers
And they talk ‘bout cars with huge eyeballs
And they’re running out of chemicals

So meet me in the empty parts of your busy days
Through aperitives and raves
So hit me in the central part of my solar plexus

He’s talking ‘bout all the girls he made cry
In spite of his Calcutta sewer breath
Cos even thought he’s got the bad vice of
Scratching continuously the drill of his butts
Then he’s got the gift of the velvet hand

So meet me in the empty parts of your busy days
Through aperitives and raves
So hit me in the central part of my solar plexus

So meet me in the empty parts of your busy days
Through aperitives and raves
So hit me in the central part of my solar plexus
So ask me where the central park lake geese go
When it snows on winter days
So hit me with an empty bottle of Carlsberg special