Letra da Música: TYPEWRITER - Fall Out Boys

<1st line missing> (their polluted cars)
The vehicle became a molten colour and of a material
yet to be discovered. Mesmerising to the occu-pants
with the properties of steel, yet supple. It's tough
luck on those that they happen across but then who
gives a toss? The boss forgot to check the seals on
the hatches next (thereby they'll grasp some sleep buy
matches).




Parabola spacecraft crammed with four, infiltrated
near Mars by large abundant caterpillars, full and
wriggling with blind translucent round suckers and
tall hairs, about my size. The back of the ship drops
off.



MES: ballroom stairs, haloed red, people miming, the
lyrics blasted overhead from top of them to downstairs
wholesale, disc jockey between click track point
oh-one-five raffling non-existent prize. All present
are in league with Piccadilly Records.

Now I must act or go crackers my rest consists of
sleep debt snatches