Through the speakers, and through the walls
My sounds will travel, in spite of it all
To the bunkers, of my fake brick walls
Pray Sister Mary I can keep my control
For o-nce, or maybe tw-ice, I was in my pr-ime
~Chorus~
The best, are made, from these
That’s what I say to put my mind at ease
The saddest songs were wrote in minor keys
Like Johnny Marr I want my please please please
Cancel the meetings, blacklist them all
My sounds will travel, in spite of it all
This is my mission, this is my call
Pray Sister Mary I can keep my control
For o-nce, or maybe tw-ice, I was in my pr-ime
