Dancing alone in my room
The poem of a life in near completion
Left me to die in a tomb
A stone of light I view and through a vision:

I’m getting out of here:
It’s not an act of treason
I’m getting out of here:
Tis a change of season
I’m getting out of here:
I’ll give you rhyme and reason
Faster Fashion I do crave
Time to pave a New Wave

Sway! Succumb to the trance
The only way to pray is if you come on to the dance
Rave! To music you’re enslaved
By the beat you are saved
Welcome to the New Wave

Heaven is the record store
D-E-V-O-T-I-O-N doesn’t spell completion
You can all me Brit-Band Whore
Manchester, 1980’s, my Elysian Fields, yeah
I’m getting out of here
Got my gift, got my skill
I’m getting out of here
Get my drift: I’m Still Ill
I’m getting out of here
Lightning swift I will fulfill
Blessed Bowie is my fave
Time to pave a New Wave

Sway! Succumb to the trance
The only way to pray is if you come on to the dance
Rave! In music you’re enslaved
By the beat you are saved
Welcome to the New Wave