Twin to Alphaville

What a glossy glassy city
A metropolis miles wide, inches deep.
Everyone's so polite, emblems of hypocrisy.
I only want to earn my keep.
Only the old people have souls
Shining out through their wrinkles.
Pews are mostly empty, just launch
Pads for hollow prayers to an
Alphaville deity.
Seen that movie? No dictionaries
Anymore, because words mean
Only what they tell you to mean.
And drop kick whatever they told
You last year. Yeah and Vista
Is better than Windows XP.
I'm ready to trade my Vee Dub
For Lemmy's Ford Galaxie.
Drive me Lemmy to Outland
With Natasha too. Escape this
Johnson hotel and Alpha Sixty's clutches.
You know who's fake
And who won't mistake
Fear for a crutch.