♪♪♪ Trip around in the desert city, trip around on the sun Take a trip in the dead man’s city, trip around on the sun ♪♪ Chaos and the masses Hoi polloi and the classes Folk and the common people Give me anesthesia in a vigilante city Where the degenerate and the outlaw go Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity Think I’m gonna panic so come on let’s go Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration) Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration) Don’t push me (it’s just a demonstration) Don’t push me Give me anesthesia in a vigilante city Where the degenerate and the outlaw go Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity Think I’m gonna panic so come on let go ♪♪♪ Do you trust your feelings Do you trust your head I’ve got a queasy feelin’ As we count the dead Chaos and the masses Hoi polloi the classes Poking the common people Give me anesthesia and a vigilante city Where the degenerate and the outlaw go Got an icky feeling but it ain’t self-pity Think I’m gonna panic so come on let’s go Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration) Don’t push me (it’s not a demonstration) Don’t push me (it’s just a demonstration) Don’t push me