Institute

We're going down the tubes
To the underground
Look what we've gone and done
We're getting to the point
Where nothing seems to work anymore
If tolerace is dead
There'll be no rest for the living
Imagine no trouble
And a little respite
This boom box needs batteries
This boom box needs batteries
Lovers and dangerous love
Will find a way through everything
Sick at the thought of losing you
No one else in my room
Soft as the snow that comes
You move like electric window
We take love where it comes
To the world we run
She can't seem to find her feet
She can't seem to find her way up
Her face a thousand words
When all there is to say
Lord knows you need disciples
God knows you need friends
This boom box needs batteries
This boom box needs batteries
Lovers and dangerous love
Will find a way through everything
Sick at the thought of losing you