won t you give us something to say won t you help us cut across sea lines won t you come and show us some faith can t you get us out in the meantime there s a party over there and it makes me overlook this slack of a this lack of city space you see me walking out of the room moving to another place i m left paralyzed i m flirting we ll be lying out on the faults and we re counting on you to pass time won t you give us something to say can t you help us out across mean lines forever and ever the 60s to sunshine and movies are heaven you won t ever find em here they re only in our dreams shot down shot down so violent 