One hundred parts it will be our armours Carefully, accumulate, one by one, for you and me Be in good form, Must go on Can see, But what do I know for Maybe I'm a fool The rats are holding up fishing fires No one notices the wake-up call Let's spike it with tequila before they come with their dull plan They have blinders on The panorama hung helplessly in the air One blank year it comes to me singing and turned me on Then I realized that I had been hoping in vain. they call: creation Or, call: elevation Lately are you More than dogs when on this dance floor we must be tough, laid back Let's spike it with tequila before they come with terrible pie They have blinders on The panorama hung helplessly in the air One blank year it comes to me singing and turned me on Then I realized that I had been hoping in vain. One hundred parts: it will be our armours Carefully, accumulate, one by one, for you and me Be in good form, Must go on, Can see, But what do I know for