When the dayn is over (Hey) the doors are locked on os

cus money buys the access

And we can't pay the cost

How can expect anyone to listen

when we're using the same old voice?

We need new noice

New art for the real people

And we're dressed for the occasion in a sumptuous

new black outfit that is like an echo of the Black Orloff diamond or again perhaps,

the reflection of the moon on peacocks that strut about the gardens of Shalimar at night