Weird Times Clutch

[Intro]
Weird times

[Verse 1]
She radiated haute couture
Fancy machinery and free literature
Yet I knew something was not quite right
Disregarding that, what was there not to like?

[Chorus]
Weird times
Maximum, full blown
Weird times
Destination unknown
Weird times
Maximum, full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest job

[Verse 2]
The meter got to melting, the auditor screamed
Your thetan levels are far too extreme
She ran the numbers, there was no mistake
You don't belong here, you must be from out of state

[Chorus]
Weird times
Maximum, full blown
Weird times
Destination unknown
Weird times
Maximum, full blown
Weird times
Futurism is the loneliest job