Lyrics:

This track, like much of Kaputt (the word itself meaning “broken or wasted”) tells of someone facing the difficult task of reinventing themselves.
A savage night at the opera
Another savage night at the club
Let’s face it, old souls like us are being born to die
It's not a war 'til someone loses an eye

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da
Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

Yes, I’m familiar with your scene
Some would say, shockingly uptight
21-gun salute to the fallen birds of the sky
I heard their record, it’s alright

Hey, infinite sense of value
Hey, infinite sense of value
Hey, mystic prince of the Purlieu at night
I heard your record, it’s alright

Ah-ra-ram, bam-ba-dam, buh-ra-ra-dam
Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da

You’ll never guess just what I’ve seen
A horse abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a dirtpile
Quatrain etched, hey, that’s your style

You’ll never guess just where I’ve been
A life abandoned midstream
Quatrain etched on a turnstile
Just set the loop and then go wilder

Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da
Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da
Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da
Ah-ra-ram, bam-bam, buh-ra-ra-da