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It's a bright, fine day, but we're buried here alive against the tide Of our magazines and TV screens' electron spray And I can't believe we ever came inside Leave us alone! Why should we bother to be sittin' pretty? Get out of the way! It's time, now everyone's hip to gettin' gritty Run from the house, roll into the garden We wouldn't want to have to try not to fall, and we don't like bruises And when the sweaty clothes around our ankles start to stiffen and harden We'll have another little party trying to keep our balance, and we're gonna see who loses Dancing with your pants down, down Clutching at each other, as you fall over Dancing with your pants down, down Broken backs and heart attacks, surrounded by clover Sun in our eyes! Cool breeze, the sweet smell of chlorophyll on leather It's all that we need! One hill, and hundreds of people stuck together Now that we're down, we better get busy You know we got a lot of ground to cover, and we gotta keep ourselves lubricated And every time we turn around, we find each other dripping and dizzy Just think of all the many minutes that we went and squandered all those days we waited Aus Songtexte Mania