Lyrics to Curve

Sub-atomic particles know (how to have a good time)

This is the real action. The trippers, the grasshoppers, the hip ones. All gathered in secrecy and flying high as a kite
Outside the boundaries of their phony world of kicks is the ever present possibility of discovery
So destroy the evidence, leave not a trace
They can lie. They can swear
Forget it, man, and get with the countdown. Shake this square world and blast off to Kicksville