This is an age polluted and vaguenA city lost and thrown to hellnWhere love and lies coincidennAnd we reach for the phone to call any self help hotlinenHello? Is anyone there?nThe Lines are flooded/ and I cant get throughnLets get this startednnYou have your hands on the prizenAnd baby that’s just finenWe have you right where we want younCome out with your hands held highnnWe all know that you have heard it all beforenNever talk to strangers, or have them walk you homenkeep your eyes on the snake in the orchardnLet the children play on its head as it moves closernnTake a look at the man standing alonenStaring down at the water so precariously with his necktie dancing, its dancing in the breeze/ dancingnnPull him to safetynnWe became alive/ for the very first timennThis is the last time that I’ll be calling in/ Operator this is the last timen