Gary Numan's Porsche

In a half-faced mask made of tinted glass

Walking streets of creased wet concrete

where her curse [attacks] sometime

by the screaming chain-store signs

You can feel each bruise with each shakey hoof

which conveys her through this limbo

where the blue lights [at full tide]

Deny the facts of her life

When you ruled by his [????]

[by his broken his children]

You beat up on the Joneses

[Only robots could kill me]

Because you know he was with you

when you buried your future

you were lost and 18

Lost

CHORUS:

You justify the use of force

by the well-armed world that [did you so short]

as the years roll on by like a drunk old horse

and you purr like Gary Numan's Porsche

See the midlife hacks with their [...] of cash

get to live for long enough

to see nostalgia and pastiche

stored in leather and mesquite

But they take out 'f'-words

and they take out the 'p'-words

and they take out the 'j'-words

and they take out the 'zed'-word

and they take out the 'u'-word

and they take out the 'end'-word

All that's left is the garbage

but that will do--CHORUS

On Gary Numan's Porsche

it says, "Bring back the 60's, save the queen [but gas the poor]"

Gary Numan's Porsche

is waiting outside of the stage door

so don't deface the room

He'll be leaving soon...I hope

Well, it's 80's Night, her remaining light

as the Bedsit '81 fades into Suicide '94

2,000,094

and the future [we told]

[like the snow-in ????]

and the one which we live in

Charmless and boring

Gary, please, can you fix it?

take us up in your spaceship

Set us free in this Porsche

which says...

You justify the use the force

by the well-armed world that knows you're cornered

in the work of [...]

there are better things to do than name the days--CHORUS