Pop Will Eat Itself. This Is The Day...This Is The Hour... This Is This. Poison to the Mind. Zeneszám

Some where in this sprawling metropolis, another job for
The Incredibles
Ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, ha
The Incredibles
The Incredibles
The Incredibles
The Incredibles
Music is just organised noise, too much music
The Incredibles
Music is just organised noise, too much music
The Incredibles
I don't like songs, poison to the mind
I don't like songs, poison to the mind
The Incredibles
Music is just organised noise and noise is poison to the mind
Too, too, too much music
Too, too, too much music
Too, too, too much music
Too much, much, much, much, much music