Street art greets my heart, uh-huh;
As I saunter to the bar,
Uh. I’m no longer a star
But, I’ve got my hanky, brah.
Orange on the right, I can
Go strange all tonight, Hell yes;
So changed, I’ll go write well-stressed
Words and tease many a man.
Not tonight, no, no—oh, oh!
’Got to fight so I can dance;
Not tonight, no, no, it’s Trance.
Fuck. Now I really should go.