Michael:
There’s a kid who goes by Nash and who’s been drifting round the streets
No memory past a few months ago and really violent dreams
No where to go and barely sleeps, he makes some change by day
Painting street art for pedestrians, he’s magic some might say

Cause at night in the back alleys, he paints things you can't believe
Lands and magic doorways, otherwordly scenes
Otherwise he hangs out in all the hippy clubs and coffee shops
Hiding from Arcadia, measuring days with coffee cups

Nash:
When the good times rage and they’re all so thrillеd
And you’re glad you’re herе at the bash but still
You’re the stranger who just wandered in
You’re the juice who’s lost inside a sea of gin

You’re the orphan at the ballroom dance
You’re the bum in stolen coat and pants
Cinderella waiting for the chime
Of the midnight bells and she’s lost track of time

And spare a drink for the gate crasher

And you think your mind may be broke you’ve no
Memories before a few months ago
Since you woke up in that strange odd place
Did you exist before that very day?
You’re the lab rat who ran to the streets outside
And they’re Hunting you, so you run and hide
And you drift into the beatnik scene
And the nights go by in pills and thrills and drink

And spare a drink for the gate crasher

Voodoopunks:
Dollay dollay dollay doll ayy
Dollay dollay dollay doll ayy
Dollay dollay dollay doll ayy
Dollay dollay dollay doll ayy

And at night your world’s a blur, a sea
Of dancing bodies, pills and drums and freaks
Where the past it doesn't mean a thing
And the future you cannot conceive

And in the alley there’s this thing you do
With cans of spray you paint these scenes that move
You paint these pictures into places new
They’re so real that folks can step into

But they only last a little time
And then they freeze and if you’re still inside
Well then you might as well just say goodbye
To this world that you left behind
A few months ago it's like you were born
In a strange place called Arcadia Corp
And they studied you like a specimen
Until the night some ragtag dissidents broke in

Beatnik kids with slogans came
To help the things like me escape
And so I’m free and lost and i
In the streets cafes and clubs I sit and hide

And they’re all so sure they see the light
To the messianic golden times
And I wish I saw that future too
I just wake up wondering what I'm gonna do
I’m just trying to make it through
The days just come and go it's true

And spare a drink for the gate crasher