Three belles mark the night

Go out for a ride

And they don't give a damn

No

In the AM

Two hands on the steer

A clear rear view mirror

And there's no lookin’ back

No

There's no lookin’ back

One shape, shifting, spins

Turns into eclipse

Rolls out into Snohomish

Or

Into Toppenish

Toppenish

Toppenish?

Toppenish!

Three

Bells

Mark

The night

Three

Bells

Mark

The night

Zero people to implore

Zero judges to set score

Negative one does its work

Lose someone and go berserk

Eyelids closed and hands off wheel

No one wins this pretty spiel

Vehicular do or die

When they go out for a ride

Now they steppin’ on the gas

And the trees say ‘They went fast!’

Did you hear it from the cliffs?

When they shot into eclipse

An out of body scream

Inside out

Shape-shift, redeem

Vehicular do or die

Pray, tell

What is your ride?

What is your ride?

What is your ride?

Three

Bells

Mark

The night

Three

Bells

Mark

The night

Zero traces in the air

Zero people, stop and stare

Lightning sparkles, thunder shells

Three hawks squawk, ‘Return to Sealth!’

Ears blown out and sneak stingray

Biting dogs, blasted beanbags

Vehicular do or die

When they go out for a ride

Now they stealth mode, Anyanwu

Hide the way, how do you do?

Tele, tell us, ting, ting, tings

For they blind us, mind-mining

Ameri—K-K-K-ki-ka

High above your red radar

Vehicular do or die

Pray, tell

What shapes you ride?

What shapes you ride?

What shapes your ride?

An’ what shapes your mind?

What shapes your mind?

What shapes your mind?