Texty: Amps (The). Pacer. Mom's Drunk.

Oooooh how
Generate the wave
On the ground
Deep cleeeaow
A photopass
Four words of hate
Me I'm packing bleak, yeah

Her refrain
Spred over the stars
A stock went by
Me I'm satisfied
Oooooh how
Generate the wave
Generate the way

Oooooh how
Generate the way