Get back, get back to me
Have a round of anti-socialite
Spin spin, spin the bottle
It can be our analog time
At the end of the day
Weâre not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
And everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
Six pack, six pack of kisses,
Iâll follow you, youâll follow me
Your big lips are little wrestlers
I taste the glimmering souls
Of the sea
With you in my arms
Iâm not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
Youâre in your room
Praying to your mini-recorder
Iâm in my room
I need a break from propaganda
If the world is ending lets entertain each other
As we please
As we please
Get back, get back to me
I think I lost my satellite
Spin spin, solar system
Is it true weâre running out of time?
When youâre looking this way
Iâm not in control at all
And everything I love
Is gunna change
everything I love
Is gunna change
Everything I love
Is gunna change
Everything I love
Is gunna change
Mercury
Is gunna change
Mercury