You're a girl from another star
Wearing jewelry of gold and cyan
And your tribe is out there in the far black sky
And you're an anarchist of the old kind
Time's a cheat when you come around
Like an undiscovered fruit of cyan
All the voices start to echo all the lights start cooling down
And you're a menace baby to mankind
Oh girl from another star
Wearing jewelry of gold and cyan
Your tribe's out there in the far black sky
And you're an anarchist, an anarchist
Your voice is like a gun
You know evil and you know sublime
You know systems far from the sun we know
And you're a color in which no sun could shine
Oh girl from another star
Wearing jewelry of gold and cyan
Your tribe's out there in the far black sky
And you're an anarchist, an anarchist

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