Let's get lost -- fingers first.
It is an ordinary evening...
I am broadcasting, are you receiving?

Sick, sick sound -- all fall down.
It is a necessary evil...
Just like highway gas stations and people.

I remember golden days when all this was a mystery,
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me,
And if you find yourself without me,
Can you find yourself without me?
Can you find yourself without me?
Can you find yourself without me?

Hi, I'm fine. You are saying nothing but your tongue is getting blacker all the time.
It is a measurable feeling -- seven on a scale from dead to breathing.
I've connected speakers to my suitors at the discotheques,
And they don't know the difference -- are they men or are they Memorex?
And if you find yourself without me,
If you find yourself without me,
C'mon, find yourself without me.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, and take your Listerine...

I remember golden days when all this was a mystery,
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me.
I remember golden days when all this was a mystery,
And you could write a letter then or god forbid come visit me.

And if you find yourself without me,
If you find yourself without me,
C'mon, find yourself without me.
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, and take your Listerine...