Lyrics:

Painted statues in underground streams With invitations to the Pharoah's dream They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Walking mirrors in the Pharoah's harem And here they come The queen of Ur And the king of Um Tainted Matthews in car-key relations Gilt invitations to the blue queen's ball They stare at themselves, there's a need to be seen Talking pillars in the blue queen's hall Fading tatoos of empty stations Great expectations at Vince's loyal mince They stare at each other, there's a need to be seen Crack-head mirrors, licking the soiled mint Olympic statues from terminal stations Sifting invitations to the market floor Steering into the future, it pays to be seen Polishing mirrors, keeping the score A babbling gaggle, a scrabbling rabble Fighting invitations to the emporor's shilling They stare through themselves, there's nothing to see Hand-picked recruits for ghostly pursuit