B-52's, The - Trism lyrics

She has to leave

She has to go

The fastest way

Is by trism

Steps off the curb

Stella corona hopes for the best

To be home by sunset

Gotta be home by sunset

She asked me to give her a ride

She said she had to go

Dropped her off by the trism

Through the atmosphere by prism

Go trism

Go trism

Go trism

Go trism

Go trism

Gotta keep, gotta keep movin' on

Gotta keep movin'

Gotta keep movin'

Gotta keep movin'

Gotta-gotta-keep on

It was a human race to get away

And then back again

Like the sun bends light through a prism

She bends herself through the trism

In the smokey streets of the night

She pulls the lever and then bright light

Trism

Trism

Trism

Trism

Trism