Flickering eyes of endless potential
Seasalt disguise she wears a lot
Expensive excuses directing the traffic
And plastic explosives are left to rot
Time in a bag
Time in the bag
Time in a bag
Time in the bag that she drags
Always changing
Look out
Abbey on the black boardwalk
She fades to black on Saturday
Sparkling streets by evil casino
A mouthful of beast as sustanance
With bubbling blood we race to the train
And train for the race of consequence
Time in a bag
Time in the bag
Time in a bag
Time in the bag that she drags
Always changing
Abbey on the black boardwalk
And you mean well
So lost with ruby slippers
And you seem well…
So lost with ruby slippers
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