Thru the speakers, and thru the walls  my sounds will travel in spite of it all  to the bunkers of my fake brick walls  pray sister Mary I can keep my control    for once, or maybe twice, I was in my prime    the best are made from these  that's what I say to put my mind at ease  the saddest songs are wrote in minor keys  like Johnny Marr I want my please please please    cancel the meetings, blacklist them all  my sounds will travel in spite of it all    these lyrics are submitted by Famie