The posters on your wall mark every fashion's rise and fall Why try to keep the past alive And though I know the time is almost 1984 It feels like 1965
The music in my room is always slightly out of tune My harmony is up on trial And though I know the rhythm you'd prefer me dancing to I'll turn my revolt into style
I hear the voice of America, telling me to hurry I don't know, should I stay or should I go? Social scientists say New York is dying It's retiring in an artificial glow Psychoanalysts, TV panelists Maybe I'd like it for a while Locked in a motor car, drunk in a piano bar Turning my revolt into style Turning my revolt into style
The video is showing pictures from some other world But it's OK, don't touch that dial Your magazine is interviewing one of several girls Who've turned their revolt into style
The mirrors in my eyes are always focused in surprise My mouth is covered by a smile You'll never know what lies behind these public alibis I'll turn my revolt into style I'll turn my revolt into style I'll turn my revolt into styleTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
