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