Hang On Tight

Well, you run into the microchip

And you're falling on your feet

And you're running to the west side

And you're trying to be discreet

And you're falling for the hip line

And you're busting out of here

And you're hanging with the sublime

And you're living out your fears

Hang on

But you hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like love at first sight

Hang on

But you hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like it was your last night

Your last night

Well, you're dancing on the window sills

And you're popping things that count

And you never felt a real slide

No significant amount

And you're going around at warp speed

And you're fishing for a break

And you're living on the east side

And you never feel sedate

And you're living in a dream world

And you're jumping on the roof

And when you're crawling down the hallway

You're still trying to act aloof

But somewhere in your dark side

Everything's fucked

It seeps into your vision

Of being thunderstruck

Hang on

But you hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like love at first sight

Hang on

But you hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like it was your last night

Hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Hang on

You hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like it was your last night

Hang on

Well, you hang on tight

And you're running around with your face in the ground

Like love at first sight

Hang on

Yeah, you hang on tight