[Eight.

My, my wall collapsed.

Here it goes, maybe we just have to put that up?

Well, it's up to you!

OK! Eight!

Ba ba ba, OK. Are you ready, Klaus? You old boggie you! OK! What what well? Alright well, OK. Let me then tune in with it. 1,2,3,4.]

There you stand with your L.A. tan
And your New York walk and your New York talk
Oh
Your mother left you when you was small
But you're gonna wish you wasn't born at all
Whoa mm

Steel and glass
Steel and glass

Your phone don't ring, no one answers your call
How does it feel to be off the wall
Oh whoa, hey

Mm mm mm mm
Mm mm mm
Mm mm mm

Your mouthpiece squawks, as you spread your lies
But you can't pull strings when your hands are tied

Your teeth are clean, but your mind is capped
You leave your smell like an alley cat
Hey hey, hey

Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass
Steel and glass

Na na na na na
Na na na na aha

Na, na na na na
Na na na na
Na na na

[Stay in A! Alright! OK OK OK! Well, that qas the same as the last one.

It was better.

Better?! Oh my God, it's better, is it? Alright.]