Degenerates - Moby

Are we having the time of our life?

Are we having the time of our lives?

Are we coming across clear?

Are we coming across fine?

Are we part of the plan here?

Are we having the time of our lives?

Are we coming across clear?

Are we coming across fine?

Are we having the time of our lives?

Are we part of the plan here?

We have the driver and time on our hands

One little room and the biggest of plans

The days were shaping up

Frosty and bright

Perfect weather to fly

Perfect weather to fly

Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still

Ring from the walls

We’d sing in the doorways

Or bicker and row

Just figuring how we were wired inside

Perfect weather to fly

So in looking to stray from the line

We decided instead

We should pull out the thread that was

Stitching us into this tapestry vile

And why wouldn’t you try?

Perfect weather to fly

We have the driver and time on our hands

One little room and the biggest of plans

The days were shaping up

Frosty and bright

Perfect weather to fly

Perfect weather to fly

Pounding the streets where my fathers feet still

Ring from the walls

We’d sing in the doorways

Or bicker and row

Just figuring how we were wired inside

Perfect weather to fly

So in looking to stray from the line

We decided instead

We should pull out the thread that was

Stitching us into this tapestry vile

And why wouldn’t you try?

Perfect weather to fly