Three Lyrics

I don't hear you voice
over my shoulder
a danger situation
naked, but out of sight
I don't hear your voice
i ask no demonstration
always thin sights
always tin stars
this one is not my world

All the young communicators
all dressed in style
pointing out the latest fashion
i'm sure, they're not my kind

i believe in my eyes
the sun of my thought
i'm gonna walk
on my dark side
walk on my dark side
All the young communicators
all dressed in style
pointing out the latest fashion
i'm sure, they're not my kind

All the young communicators
on the winning side
give advice about the nation
i'm sure, they're not my kind
All the young communicators
i hear them and cry
give advice about the nation
i'm sure, they're not my kind

i believe in my eyes
the sun of my thought
i'm gonna walk
on my dark side
walk on my dark side