Tekster: Beulah. Disco: The Secretaries Blues.

Here there floats
an island of saints
Apprentise boys and girls
to Devils that waste their time
And they fall when shoes don't fit them so well
slip back pumps and lounges
it's where we go to cheer them on

Riders on the right won't you help me?
It's crowded and a bit too lonely
Mirror balls and they're spinning
Happy and ascending
yeah yeah

All these these words
that line the page
dye jobs fade when the sun sets
that we rent when we get bored with the
pinstripe suits
degrees and men and personel will wink
about lips and tigers in the past

Riders on the right won't you help me?
It's crowded and a bit too lonely
Mirror balls and they're spinning
Happy and ascending
yeah yeah

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California

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cul-de-sacs, but

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see the records fall

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ssshhh--right

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titration

la la la da da la la la da da la da da
part of my skin

la la la da da la la la da da la da da
expiration

la la la da da la la la da da la da da
oh