She has to leave   She has to go   The fastest way   Is by trism      Steps off the curb   Stella Corona hopes for the best   To be home by sunset   Gotta' be home by sunset      She asked me to give her a ride   She said she had to go   Dropped her off by the trism   Through the atmosphere by prism      Go trism   Go trism   Go trism   Go trism   Go trism      Gotta' keep, gotta' keep movin' on   Gotta' keep movin'   Gotta' keep movin'   Gotta' keep movin'   Gotta'-gotta'-keep on      It was a human race to get away   And then back again   Like the sun bends light through a prism   She bends herself through the trism      In the smokey streets of night   She pulls the lever and then bright light      Trism   Trism   Trism   Trism   Trism