| Chop-Chop |
| Take a walk to the new town, take a look around Pretty road names pass us by, a foundation sound They paint their walls and ceilings white to feel clean inside Ten square miles so synchronized I could have cried And the bodies go by barely half awake Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come It's such a nice environment I'm in I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake. All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear All but the few ever notice anything at all. I've got a nice new wristwatch with a bright red strap The second hand really moves quite fast - I'd never thought of that And then I pick my picture book to compensate outside It's back to fiction once again, I could have cried. And the bodies go by barely half awake Awaiting things to come again, nice things to come It's such a nice environment I'm in I wonder why I'm here and the bodies go by barely half awake. All but the few ever notice anything at all, Oh dear All but the few ever notice anything at all |