Trism

She has to leave She has to go The fastest way Is by trism Steps off the curb Stella Corona hopes for the best To be home by sunset Gotta' be home by sunset She asked me to give her a ride She said she had to go Dropped her off by the trism Through the atmosphere by prism Go trism Go trism Go trism Go trism Go trism Gotta' keep, gotta' keep movin' on Gotta' keep movinGotta' keep movinGotta' keep movinGotta'-gotta'-keep on It was a human race to get away And then back again Like the sun bends light through a prism She bends herself through the trism In the smokey streets of night She pulls the lever and then bright light Trism Trism Trism Trism Trism