chop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nnbouncing from the bridgenwith the deaf speed over among thenfar fifty bright lightsnwhat for what for?nnwe run a small dry townnin twenty years still smarter than endebtednwhat for, what for?nwhy bother what for?nnthey'll never figure outnmust be hyptonized or sleepingntwenty-five, sleepingnsuch a pretty lie, sleepingnwe're getting caught, sleepingnsleepingnnchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nni found a dave in linenat eight-thirty he sneaks out the windownno never wake-upnwhy bother what for?nhe never fooled aroundnhe must be hyptonized or sleepingntwenty-five, sleepingnsuch a pretty lie, sleepingngetting caught, sleepingnyeahnnchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nchop chop chop (he says)nnall the smells of all the love seems to get it rightnthe friendships fine it's all in black in whitenncause they're all sleepingntook twenty-five sleepingnsuch a pretty lie, sleepingnwhat've you left, sleepingnthey're all sleepingnit's a pretty lie sleepingnthey're getting caughtngetting caughtnnow they're getting caughtnwe're getting caughtngetting caughtnyou're getting caughtnoooh ah ooohnoooh ah ooohnoooh ah oooh