They said I'd find you here
I don't see your face in the crowd
I buy a drink, and I can't think
The tubes are magnetically loud
Enveloped in paranoia
In the land of lucid dreams
Collusion or confusion
A fog of melodic machines
Chorus
All the children are grooving
To the New Electric Sound
They sway to the plugged-in strains
As my vodka tonic glows
They're spinning round, they're getting down
To the voltaic highs and lows
I can't resist the electric tune
My body is starting to move
It's the sound who's all around you
Let's twist to the conspiracy groove
Chorus