Whipsnade (Remastered)

We are only young, but we style our future with a cattle gun
We are idle rich
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

'Cause when the fire light shocks like a cop shop pyre
We'll sack the politics for premonition and fire
And we'll move like Nuryev at night

Oh, it's coast to coast
It's side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast

We are only young
But we style our future in the shadow of guns
We are idle rich
So we smile for tomorrow with a bitch of an itch

'Cause when the stylized kick of the filmstar whip
Cracks down on the millions, cracks the kids on the hips
We'll be moving like Nuryev that night

Oh, it's coast to coast
It's side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds
Coast to coast
Side to side
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast
Side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names while pylons hide the suicide

Oh, it's coast to coast
It's side to side
Shines the light of fine enlightened minds

Coast to coast
Side to side
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds

Coast to coast
Side to side
Blades engraved with babies' names while pylons hide the suicide
Feel the steel that shines outside the blinds, the blind
Feel the steel, outside the blinds

Feel the line, outside the babies names
Shines the blind, shines the blind, shines the blind...