gary numan’s porsche lyrics – fatima mansions

in a half-faced mask made of tinted gl*ss
walking streets of creased wet concrete
where her curse [attacks] sometime
by the screaming chain-store signs
you can feel each bruise with each shakey hoof

which conveys her through this limbo
where the blue lights [at full tide]
deny the facts of her life

when you ruled by his [?]
[by his broken his children]
you beat up on the joneses
[only robots could kill me]
because you know he was with you
when you buried your future
you were lost and 18

you justify the use of force
by the well-armed world that [did you so short]
as the years roll on by like a drunk old horse
and you purr like gary numan’s porsche

see the midlife hacks with their […] of cash
get to live for long enough
to see nostalgia and pastiche
stored in leather and mesquite

but they take out ‘f’-words
and they take out the ‘p’-words
and they take out the ‘j’-words
and they take out the ‘zed’-word
and they take out the ‘u’-word
and they take out the ‘end’-word
all that’s left is the garbage
but that will do–chorus

on gary numan’s porsche
it says, “bring back the 60’s, save the queen [but gas the poor]”
gary numan’s porsche
is waiting outside of the stage door
so don’t deface the room
he’ll be leaving soon… i hope

well, it’s 80’s night, her remaining light
as the bedsit ’81 fades into suicide ’94
2, 000, 094

and the future [we told]
[like the snow-in?]
and the one which we live in
charmless and boring
gary, please, can you fix it?
take us up in your sp*ceship
set us free in this porsche
which says…

you justify the use the force
by the well-armed world that knows you’re cornered
in the work of […]
there are better things to do than name the days–chorus

/ fatima mansions lyrics