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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