Sound and vision is a privilege
Trade your faces, alter the images
I want to keep it in tradition
But often struggle to be so original
I was a regal child
But not enough to make the news
A self-importance born
From some elaborate ruse
Sound and vision is a privilege
Trade your faces, alter the images
(Alter the images, just alter the images)
I want to keep it in tradition
But often struggle to be so original
(Alter the images, just alter the images)
Do we try? Do they try? Too hard.
Twenty-six calendar movements
Into the blank position
Oh to be "avant-guarded"
With glorious indifference
If sound and vision is a privilege
All your truths are better inhibited
(Alter the images, just alter the images)
I want to keep it in in tradition
But authenticity is primitive
(Alter the images, just alter the images)
Do we try? Do they try? Too hard.
Yeah you try, yeah you try, too hard.