Disco Biscuits. Aceetobee. Zeneszám

Well, everyone's talking 'bout what they know.
When tomorrow's where I want to go.
And everybody's talking 'bout who's their man.
As we're finding our way to the promise land.

But things just aren't as they seem to be,
And one day you're all locked up,
The next day you're free...

And it's dark outside.
All alone and it might slide by,
But now the king is gone,
And here we are Zex Sea,
In Aceetobee