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Hey come on Brody, let's go to the show
Vincent drove back, nicotine women in tow
This year I hear it's neon couture rags
She got a million dollars wrapped in the paper bag

On the Catwalk
From the sidewalk
Up to the rooftop
That's when the moon stops
And it's a shock-shock
When you can ROck Wrok
To the clicktrack
No comeback
And it's a long way down
To the satellite town
To the half alive
To the nine to five
To the rush and shove
To the hand in glove
On the Catwalk
From the sidewalk
Up to the rooftop
That's when the moon stops
And it's a shock-shcok
When you can ROck Wrok
To the clicktrack
No comeback

Well, she's a wonderful work of fiction, I.E.D.
Sewn in and stripped - those gold chairs come out clean
Her video diary's too late to explain
And she can pass through the eye of a needle - she's so vain

On the Catwalk
From the sidewalk
Up to the rooftop
That's when the moon stops
And it's a shock-shock
When you can ROck Wrok
To the clicktrack
No comeback

Such elegant heat - and the bones burn through her face
She can walk on water - whenever she walk that way
She goes straight to the money and the liquid real estate
No smoke, no fire - just the power to devastate

On the Catwalk
From the sidewalk
Up to the rooftop
That's when the moon stops
And it's a shock-shock
When you can ROck Wrok
To the clicktrack
No comeback
On the Catwalk
From the sidewalk
Up to the rooftop
That's when the moon stops

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