I can feel these fluorescent lights sucking the life through the top of my skull. Lechuza esta outside my window. These black helicopters circling my house won't leave me alone. Leave me alone. Come on and take a ride with me. Right up until the edge of night. Get a little closer baby. Closer to Hell. We'll ride this one out, because right about now it's really kind of looking like we're all gift wrapped in a basket on the way down. Meet me at the Denver International Spaceport. We'll be fine for a while, until the Ruskies invade as long as we can keep from contracting the plague. The gang's all here; blues, illegals and greys. Under Big Brother's watchful eye, we'll party like it's Y2K. Party like it's Y2K. All I know is that I don't know. I'm smart enough to know, truth lies in the shadow. Party like it's Y2K.