Text: Lady Radiator. Bad Guy Drug Man.

Higher than the most of us can't you tell?
I would give anything
to have a life as interesting, such as yourself.

Even when our bodies can't comprehend
to why we are so stupid and bold.
Let it begin over again, but don't fool yourself.

Let's count on winning if you would like to.
I'm hoping this fever is a bell,
could someone hit me hard enough so I can tell?

Is this ecstasy? Is this ecstasy?
Or have you been X'ed from me?
Higher regards on behalf of the gentlemen
who provide for me. [x2]

So all you little children got to go home.
Fuck it, here's your home, home.
(But where is my home?
I want to go home, I want to go home.
But where is my home in this city?)

I'm hoping this fever is a bell,
could someone hit me hard enough so I can tell?

Patience baby, there's no fucking affairs.

Let's count on winning if you would like to.
I'm hoping this fever is a bell,
could someone hit me hard enough so I can tell?

Is this ecstasy? Is this ecstasy?
Or have you been X'ed from me?
Higher regards on behalf of the gentlemen
who provide for me. [x2]

Low lights gloom.
On, on turn them off.
Please turn them off.

Is this ecstasy running out?
'Cause if it was up to me
I'd be real. I'd be real