The Room Songtext
von Major Parkinson

You gotta be hip
You gotta be square
You gotta be hip
Take a look at yourself in the mirror
The ubiquitous square unfolds your secrets

You gotta be hip
You gotta look perfect
The ubiquitous square is watching everything you do kid

You gotta wear Gucci
When the ocean drives the death of Versace
You gotta be hip
The ubiquitous fear is everywhere
From the Rockefeller man at the crossroads puppeteer
Up to the Wall Street crash and the Challenger
It′s posh, posh apocalyptic


One love
One touch
Kiss me before you go
One life
Two souls
A million ways to go

She's gonna buy a piano with ivory keys
And royal curtains of panda bear skin from China
She′s got a black-market photo
Tiananmen Square
He's going shopping for centuries now

She said I know, I know, I know
I know it's hard to be alone
And when the engine stops they will take you away
You took the blow, I know, I know, I know
It′s China in your hand
And there′s a hurricane in your plastic bag

She said
Are you the voice in my head?
Are you the blade in my back?
Are you the gun in my hand?
Is this a panic attack?


Are you the love of my life?
I really don't understand
I can′t explain
But this Saturday is gonna be perfect

Ice cream cone melts in the summer
Underneath a fresco of Gorbachev
Becquerel babies of Machiavelli
Siamese twins and iodine radio
I got the Radio Luxembourg
Radio
I got the Radio Luxembourg

Lydia was into visceral video violence
She never listened to her dad
Lydia, she had an Alfred Gilbert Geiger Counter
Oh boy, the good times that we had

I know the times are changing
I never understood just why Lydia
Was into visceral video violence
Oh boy, the good times that we had