Distry Choice

DISTRY CHOICE Choose a number. Any number. Now forget it. Purple teeth inside the sun, seven moons but only one. Mother Mercury lost her shoes, God is sleeping in the news. I bought a ticket to yesterday — the driver had no face. Chorus Distry choice! Distry choice! Left is right and black is noise. Distry choice! [Spoken] Hello, Earth? No… Wrong number There’s a little man inside my radio. He says: Don’t. Don’t. Don’t. So I did. Distry choice! Kill the light! Turn the moon inside out tonight. Distry… Distry… CHOICE!