Now, this is not funny The shortest time feels like the longest time It's surely a dream Or i'm just an unreliable witness to everything The burning cars of movie stars Unwrap the city one backstreet at a time The severed heads of supermen, See how they're different when you hold them under the light Now she's got all, she's got all your answers So you better take us to your leader 'Cause one thing is for sure - We're gonna get what we deserve. Now the street is a river And the sounds drift up to our window above And we run down to drown under the current To go rushing ever forward to find a cheap cure for memory We drink our fill from wishing wells We feed coins into machines until they're throwing them up In crowded bars under neon stars Until there's new blood racing 'round the both of us Now we've got all your answers When she clicks her heels together Now when she snaps her fingers You better take us to your leader 'Cause my love, my word - We're finally gonna get what we deserve