Armatopia - Johnny Marr, Teleman

Where do we go, my blue eyed son?

We’re going out with everyone

Who’s buying in Utopia?

We go a long, long way

Cracking up the missions

Banging all our wages, going out of fashion

Who’s buying Utopia?

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

It’s such a long, long way, wishing and a-hoping

Long hard days gassin' and ignorin'

Let’s kill it, get oblivion

Every minute, minute by minute

A hissing fear’s in atmosphere

This is it, this is it, this is it, this is it

Oh, here comes history

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, here’s our history

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Hey, hypnist, we’re smoking till we burn out

Take it to the limit, oh, baby, it’s our business

So let’s dance to the sound of our time running out

Or watch the smoke on the breeze of rising seas

Going down, down, down, around 'round, 'round

'Cause we’re so history

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, here’s our history

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na

Na-na-na, na-na-na, na-na-na