Woorden: Pop Will Eat Itself. X, y, & Zee.

I am he who is X, Y and Zee
I carry no card, my life is cheap
Have no worries, I do not fret
Some may have what I'm yet to get

And you may wonder, "Is it how?"
A kitten may turn into a cow
With bells and horns
And tinned corned beef

Forests, profits
Plastic High Streets
I am he who is A, B and Cee

An easy option
Like twentieth century
Satisfaction guaranteed
It's easy

Let's steal a spaceship
And head for the sun
And shoot the stars with
A lemonade ray gun

Make a movie and
A TV show
You be Jane
I'm George Jetson

I am you, you are me
X, Y, Zee to A, B, Cee
You, me, us
We are one

From out our window
We can see
Electric sunshine
Oxygen factories

Clockwork tides
Synthetic trees
Just like the real ones
On Vee Tee

Mother nature and father time
Used to be good friends of mine
But now we've put them in a home
Filed them under, "Uses unknown?

"No pop, no style"
Is a phrase out of phase
To praise what's worthwhile
This is as good as it gets
This is the best

Let's catch the last rays
Of civilization and tune-in to a
Sub-space station, turn up the DJ
Let's get lost in intergalactic
Punk rock, hip hop

I am you, you are me
X, Y, Zee to A, B, Cee
You, me, us
We are one

This is the time
The time of our lives
Escaping time
For the all time highs

Of love, lust, laughter
That make us sweat
Let's stimulate
Sensory amplification

This is PWEI-zation
This is this
It's the living end
"Je t'aime, encore, je t'aime"

I am you, you are me
X, Y, Zee to A, B, Cee
You, me, us
We are one