ترانه:
Bell X1 Blue Lights On The Runway

, these walls are closing in on me like the Death Star bin Oh, that'll learn me, that'll squeeze out all the sin This world is bearing down on me like

You save yourself, I'm saved by the bell Never left my head, I've no story to tell I was doing fine when I was breastfed I blame it on the milkman on

so it goes The words on the page start to swim As light catches your face, you're smiling This must be what all the fuss is about The words on the page

A safe pair of hands, a reason to stand Some guns to stick to rational demands Come on, now ladies, they won't fertilize themselves Get into the ball

it all Waitress on roller skates, waitress on roller skates (Love the color of it all) Waitress on roller skates, waitress on roller skates Waitress on roller skates, Waitress on