Thru the speakers, and thru the walls My sounds will travel in spite of it all To the bunkers of my fake brick walls Pray sister mary i can keep my control For once, or maybe twice, i was in my prime The best are made from these That's what i say to put my mind at ease The saddest songs are wrote in minor keys Like johnny marr i want my please please please Cancel the meetings, blacklist them all My sounds will travel in spite of it all This is my mission, this is my call Pray sister mary i can keep my control