Going, going, going ...
An army of strangers / modern life.
People / power
Going... humming through the streets / modern life.
There lies your secret: too many fears
Eugene / genius gene
One to remember: you have too many fears / modern life.
But if you want to pay me evil
I hear the sound of a magic tune
And if you want to play me evil
I play you all in the furies of my life
Skillfully drawn and inventive
Change my fuse / modern life.
My life as a saint is in danger
If you weep in autum
Time's a shy variety
Going, going, going, going ...
What an army of strangers
Phoney! phoneys! / modern life.
People / power
Going humming through the streets
Too many fears!
There lies your secret: too many fears / modern life.
Eugene, you genius gene: can I trust you!?