Tekstovi: Arrivals (The). Marvels Of Industry. Toni-i-ight.

This ball is getting crowded and the stretch marks show
As the masses scatter trying to find a hole
I feel them tugging harder now
I'll just let go
It could be tonight
Come what may I'll have to take it at its face
I'll keep a huge reminder in a special place
There will be a day when I'll be laid to waste
It could be tonight
You can't save this world with your joie de vivre, babe
Tonight is the first and the last for me
While I sleep they gouge my necessities
And at a discount price they're selling hell to me
Once you kill the host, no more disease
They better come in threes