Lyrics

There’s a place beyond time
Life in pastiche
Take your place in real-time
Life in pastiche
You can stroll in a London town
You can don Napoleon’s crown
You can be whatever you want to
Be free

Life in pastiche
Life in pastiche

Do you remember that wooded hill
You had a mohawk we listened to PIL
Driving through the British countryside
The smell of rubber on country tar
Smoking cloves we wouldn’t get far
Low on gas but it didn’t mean a thing
Rolling timelessly down the hill

There’s a place beyond time
Life in pastiche
Dream your dream in real-time
Life in pastiche
Down went the chair of the monarchy
You wore the brooch of liberté
Marie Antoinette was led outside
To the guillotine

Life in pastiche
Life in pastiche

A touch of rouge spread over your cheeks
A ribbon in your hair, smiling through crooked teeth
Mannequin armies marched to the beat of blood
Robespierre and Danton were there
We weren’t permitted to go anywhere
So we hopped a bullet train to the land of

Cherry blossoms and Mt Fuji
You were a geisha, I kamikaze
Soaring together over the sea beneath
You pinched my arm and frowned at me
I kissed your lips painted black cherry
Then down we went to the Battleship Missouri
And caught a tour there for free

Life in pastiche
Life in pastiche