Theres a comin out of the radio Nothing its been heard here before And all spinnin round, goin crazy-o As they rush to the music And they buy it and and groove a bit Till the next just like it appears Then its gone, gone, gone its gone And they wont remember about it Nothing left thats hot it, gone, gone.
Theres a new iteration of queen Everybodys talkin about the body and face of the movie scene With the glamour clamors too loud And America get enough of her the noveltys no longer new Then its gone, gone, gone, its gone And if she owned the market Now its time for her to it, Gone, gone, its gone!
Thanks for me What youre mes So compelling, Im hip to the invention got my attention but theres no retention No on the screen!
Theres a parade screaming out at us Every storys the one yet And the sturm and the drang they shout at us Are the stories we wont soon Until what do you know, forgotten them Cant remember who, what, or why Its all gone, gone, gone, and gone Because everything and nothings Only to infotain us, gone, gone, gone.
Fill my brain fluff Make it with stuff Stuff inane enough it last a wink it coming, the constant drumming, electrons humming I have to think!
Theres a fever thats its pinnacle And I dont even know what Well forgive me if Im cynical But Im just to figure it out Will the network of be notified Will the synapses me a sign its gone, gone, already gone? And in case Ive missed the big one, it Hope I catch the gone. If you reflecting too perplexing Wait a minute for the next gone!