Lover or killer, let's come togethernLet's look beyond, it feels betternnI'm not from ParisnI'm not aristocraticnEveryone has the same tastenIt's kind of patheticnAre you ready to be sweated from head to toenIt is the Gap FlownThere's a life beyond the demure everydaynUrban sidewalks are not always safenA shooting star might fall on your headnThe big blow is comingnI'm sure I'll see you runningnnThe return of the sophisticated social exchange is not comingnnParadise birds get out of your holesnWe're living in the centurynCentury ColdnTransatlantic wind is burning your facenBut ultra gentle facepowders are not always safenOrganic goes upscalenAs the autumn goes summernAnd contemporary rock goes popnEnlightened indie souls say stop!nThe ozone hole might fall on your headnThe big blow is comingnI'm sure I'll see you runningnnThe return of the sophisticated social exchange is not comingnnOne door is locked, one door says cashnOne door says money, we're overwhelmed by trashnnSeemingly serene and inactivenShe launches her deadlies dartsnThe spirit of guesthouses is not deadnBut we feed on each other's fartsnGeorge W. might fall on your headnThe big blow is comingnI'm sure I'll see you runningnnThe return of the sophisticated social exchange is not coming