This the hidden track
So get your lighters up in the air
Inhale on the kick drum
And exhale on the snare
Though it has no conscious
Money has a will
And what more to ask of a target than to
Sit still, sit still, sit still
So sit still
This is the hidden track
And like your RA, glides up your spine [?]
And just like your ex-boyfriend
He loves you for your mind
If it's a myth that vampires have to be invited in
Well we know who made that one up:
Of course, the vampires did!
Suddenly you know where the money comes from
Suddenly you know where the money goes to