Night Drive (Thru-Babylon)

Well, I'm driving in a black on black in black Porsche 924

I'm tempting fate a little bit more

My head is filled with techno beat, Metro Times, Face magazine

Shadows out of time and space

(Time space transmat) Measure out the area of no place

(Time space transmat)

(Time space transmat) There she stands

(Time space transmat) There she stands

Contemplating contemptuously, the inferior designs

The outmoded, underpowered and otherwise obsolete lifeforms

(Time space transmat

Time space transmat

Time space transmat)

Say what, baby? Check this out (Time space transmat)

How could she possibly walk in those shoes?

(Time space transmat

Time space transmat

Time space transmat

Time space transmat)

Excuse me, but isn't black leather micro mini skirt a bit much?

I mean, it really is overkill, isn't it?

She says nothing

(Time space transmat) Just standing there with the headlights of

Passing vehicles reflected in her mirrored sunglasses (Transmat)

She looks at her watch

And I can see the liquid crystal display reflected

Dancing where her eyes should be

(Time transmat

Is transmat)

The Porsche, not unlike a snake, sliding down the side of glass aquarium

She slams the door behind her

(Time space transmat) And she reaches over

(Time space transmat) And turns the steering wheel

All the way (Time space transmat)

(Time space transmat)

And she says nothing the whole time

Just sort of sneers at you

(Time space transmat)

(Time space transmat) And you see your face

(Time space transmat)

(Time space transmat) The distorted reflection of your face

In her mirrored sunglasses