Lover or killer, let's come together   Let's look beyond, it feels better      I'm not from Paris   I'm not aristocratic   Everyone has the same taste   It's kind of pathetic   Are you ready to be sweated from head to toe   It is the Gap Flow   There's a life beyond the demure everyday   Urban sidewalks are not always safe   A shooting star might fall on your head   The big blow is coming   I'm sure I'll see you running      The return of the sophisticated social exchange is not coming      Paradise birds get out of your holes   We're living in the century   Century Cold   Transatlantic wind is burning your face   But ultra gentle facepowders are not always safe   Organic goes upscale   As the autumn goes summer   And contemporary rock goes pop   Enlightened indie souls say stop!   The ozone hole might fall on your head   The big blow is coming   I'm sure I'll see you running      The return of the sophisticated social exchange is not coming      One door is locked, one door says cash   One door says money, we're overwhelmed by trash      Seemingly serene and inactive   She launches her deadlies darts   The spirit of guesthouses is not dead   But we feed on each other's farts   George W. might fall on your head   The big blow is coming   I'm sure I'll see you running      The return of the sophisticated social exchange is not coming