Oh, the lights are blinking
Here's the great deceiver
Bling, bling all bets are off
It goes unnoticed
If not for me it goes unnoticed
Find another record
Play another record
It could be anything
I play the jukebox
I play the dj
I could be vice, FBI
I played the imbecile
And no one noticed
And no one noticed
Oh boy, come see the plans
They're pure genius
Pure genius
Oh boy, come see the plans
Oh, you wouldn't notice
Here they come
See them tumble
My lucky numbers
Here they come
I've got lots of secrets
Man, I've lots of secrets
And you're my number one
You're my number one
So i've filled the notebooks
They're filled with detail
I've got the meaning
I think i've worked it out
Yes, it's all in neon
It's in the details
Click the flash
I think it's coming back
I think the wheels are turning
Oh boy, come see the plans
They're pure genius
Pure genius
Oh boy, get with the program, man
Come see the plans
They're pure genius
You understand, you understand
Oh, the lights are blinking
Turn off the stereo
It wears the batteries
They're double A's
Come morning
I'll sleep like a dog
And dream of numbers
My lucky numbers
Here they come
Writer(s): David Sylvian, Clint Walsh, Chris Alan Vrenna
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