In the middle of the ocean, there are trashcans of devotion.
Giant skips of dedication, but you'd better stop dreaming
And you'd better start scheming, 'cause I refuse to lose to you
And I'm a hand away from a winning hand and I refuse to talk to you.
O.K but where are you from and do you all get along
And why do you sing that song that goes on and on and on and on.
So go ahead and set the controls to the heart of the suburbs
To the proud mothers and fathers putting their children through hospital
And now I'm cleaner than cleaner, I'm a white ballerina
And if you don't want to meet her well don't introduce yourself.
But its gonna be alright, cause they're just your type
Staring down a line that goes on and on and on and on.
In the middle of the ocean, there are trashcans of devotion.
Giant skips of dedication, but you'd better stop dreaming.
O.K but where are you from and do you all get along
And why do you sing that song that goes on and on and on and on.
In the middle of the ocean.
Oh you better stop dreaming (x4)