Mama was a bad dancer.

Daddy was not good at school.

When you put the two together, you get nothing at all.

And it radiates.

And it radiates.

We're that kind of nuclear family waiting on the end of the storm.

Great horizons, atoms and ions, see you when the world falls.

And it radiates.

And it radiates.

What's a non-new tongue?

Shadows burn the dance floor Super bright hardcore

Shadows roll down the floor

And then the very end.

Radiance.

Happy New Year, Yanks.

You idiots.

Thank you.

Radiates.