Bill Cowers [sic]

Bill Cowers left his password on the screen
He was sleeping in the corner didn't notice me
So all the players left to call up
Their daughters, their daughters

All the manufacturing left town
The paper at the precinct said the crime rate's down
So who's the man who hugged me
And was so unwashed

Ultra evolutionary, oh
Sabotage panopticon and passkey us
Go lights disrupted turn them down low
This torch is no fit for our barely audible party

So yell, yell, yell, yell

Dealing with the stealers and get shot!
Hurl another dart and hit the bullseye blind
Print another card and spend my forty dollars
You'd like that