A fervoured image of another world

Is nothing in particular now

And imitation comes naturally

But I never really stopped to think how

And everyone is a clever clone

A chrome coloured clone am I

So in the abscence of a way of life

Just repeat this again and again...and again

Hey, hey come out tonight

Hey, hey come out tonight

Popscene, all right

I'm leaving town to run away

Right into your twisted arms

No queues and there's no panic there

Just dangling your feet in the grass

My lack of natural luster now

Seems to be losing me friends

So in the abscence of a way of life

Just repeat this again and again...and again

Hey, hey come out tonight

Hey, hey come out tonight

Popscene!

Hey, hey come out tonight

Hey, hey come out tonight

Popscene, all right

Hey, hey come out tonight

Hey, hey come out tonight

Popscene!