Pickwick - Halls of Columbia lyrics

You said your work is in the air Touch me to complete the current of sound For the ba** you sample the wind Everything is up and nothing is down Head rock has to vibrate well Thought symphonies to a machine Rip up your competitors' synth With stoned star children waiting out in the hall Form a line With your touch Electric soul The sound becomes physical Form a line Hear your words without speaking I know, I know I'm a child you can program me I can stand up so tall Take pills like the blue skull says Rot gut gut rot drink drink gut rot It's the anthem of a nation to the moon Jesus calling from a saucer flying below Touch me in my lonely life Love song singing from the earth to the moon Everything is up and nothing is down Touch me in the line to hear a sound The colors seen When you touch Electric soul The sound becomes physical Form a line Hear your words without speaking I know Talk Talk...