Starry Configurations Jets To Brazil

[Verse 1]
Starry configurations, I'm just a receiver
Divine recombinations, I'm just a recordist
Receptionist, unhappy medium
Receptionist, unhappy medium

[Verse 2]
Excellent accommodations, I'm just a bellboy
Beautiful surroundings, I'm just some gravel
Or peat moss, what have you
Or peat moss, what have you now

[Chorus]
Why must you treat me like you do?
Don't you know it's all for you?

[Verse 3]
Dear infatuation, you do not see me
Die here beside you in see-through obscurity
Governess, fancy-less
We'll sound the alarm

[Chorus]
Drum up some simpleton for you
To eat these apples from your eyes