your respect's a dépêche-mode
imposing what you are
it's not that you really care
you justify your crime
you hold the line
this is not the way to call on loud
this is not the way to let it down
this is not the way to hang it out
o man it's appalling our calling's a lie
you call on my empathy
whenever you have none
your ether sensation bugs me
to you it's fun stirring up the crowd
this is not the way to call on loud
this is not the way to let it down
this is not the way to hang it out
o man it's appalling your calling's a lie
your harshness it grows on me
it really gets me down
no blood lines nor family ground
will ever answer for
these lies you crown
this is not the way to call on loud
this is not the way to let it down
this is not the way to hang it out
o man it's appalling your calling's a lie
what ever happens now
what ever happens right now
"beam me up, scotty, beam up"