Night Drive Thru-Babylon by Model 500 Lyrics

Okay, well
I'm driving in a black on black in black Porsche 924
I'm tempting fate a little bit more
My head is filled with techno beat
Metro Times, Face magazine
Shadows out of time and space

(Time Space Transmat) Measure out the area of no place
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat) When there she stands
(Time Space Transmat) There she stands

Contemplating contemptuously, the inferior designs
And the outmoded, underpowered
And otherwise obsolete lifeforms

(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat) Say what, baby, check this out
How could she possibly walk in those shoes?

(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat)

Excuse me, but
Isn't black leather micro mini skirt a bit much?
I mean, it really is overkill, isn't it?
She says nothing
(Time Space Transmat) The lights of passing vehicles
(Transmat) Reflected in her mirrored sunglasses
She looks at her watch
And I can see the liquid crystal display reflected
Dancing where her eyes should be

(Time Transmat)
(Space Transmat)

The Porsche, not unlike a snake
Sliding down the side of a glass aquarium
She slams the door behind her
(Time Space Transmat) And she reaches over
(Time Space Transmat) And turns the steering wheel
(Time Space Transmat) All the way
(Time Space Transmat)
And she says nothing the whole time
Just sort of sneers at you
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat) And you see your face
(Time Space Transmat)
(Time Space Transmat) The distorted reflection of your face
In her mirrored sunglasses