The Fever by Mr Underhill Lyrics

Step out into the fresh air found in the night
Observing the crowds as they form the familiar scene
And the quickening of their movement starts you along
The passionate mouve that you hear then

Vagrants and their witching that you must digest
And the affected eye sores and sex trade and those in protest
And the play on words lit by a strobe effect
The passionate mouve and suspicion indirect

The passionate mouve
You and it