The Improbable New Sensations Songtext
von Telethon

One, Two, One Two Three Four

My jog turned to a stroll
Saddest stroll you′ve ever seen
Abandoned the popcorn stall and gift shops
Lining the ruin that was main street


Then I heard some noise erupting
From the fire station window (defunct as it ever was)
Solid state amps and guitars tuning
An insane mechanized purring

Being the good American I am, I knew I had to run
Up the stairway to inspect
At the top, a door, a sheet a paper stapled into it that said
'To all who come to this happy place, welcome in′

Stepped into a crimson red apartment
With a pristine floral carpet
Victorian furniture upturned against the wall
A guy with a mic said "come on inside, we was only gettin' started"