Lirieke: Underworld. Oich Oich.

The Beatles are dead
Andy Warhol's shit she said
Yeah, reactor, reactor, reactor

Give me a better foot in time, in luxury, in love
People said, he left her for another woman
But she knew he left her for another car, a velvet craft

We slide in shaking in the hole resting beneath the ground
Between the sun is cracks, it breaks above our heads
Holy water hoses the whole school white porcelain
Against my face squatting discreet and shit less concealed