Back from the dead!
There's some traffic on the streets
Of vans and cars who walk home
We cut to a standstill
There's very little pointing going on

There's a message in our heads
We talk in strange guttural sounds!
We're back from the dead, it's senseless!
But we carry on

So I feel like primal man
Join me for the weather at hand
Depends on where we stand
Back from the dead!

Dance around to the sound of drums
Hold the pills on the tips of our tongues
But choose life instead
Back from the dead!

We're walking on bubbles
Walking on statues
Talk in our sleep!
Fresh in doorways
There's very little pointing going on

Switch on machines, switch off the lights
It's all-star decay!
No one will find us, its senseless!
But we carry on

So I feel like primal man
Join me for the weather at hand
Depends on where we stand
Back from the dead!

Dance around to the sound of drums
Hold the pills on the tips of our tongues
But choose life instead
Back from the dead!
Back from the dead!
Back from the dead!