The good ole days were never Good Ole Days
It was today and maybe tomorrow
Tomorrow never turns out how it's supposed to
Tomorrow is a Turkish prison movie
Written by a hack
Why would I want to be a character in a story like that?

Deliver unto me Big Beat Street
Where lovers compete, oh yeah

Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow
Come up with a scheme
On the way from a dream
Flying cars
Mothmen on Mars
Lightning bugs trapped in peanut butter jars

Deliver unto me Big Beat Street
Where lovers compete
Pop radios beep
In pulsing heat, asphalt reflected
In the never-ending now
You've got me and I've got thou

UFO Theatre
Conspiracy traumas
Young marble giants
Low spark high llamas
Tomorrow never turns out
What it's supposed to be about
Deliver unto me Big Beat Street
Where lovers compete
Pop radios beep
In the never-ending now
You've got me and I've got thou

Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow
Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow
Beg, steal or borrow tomorrow

Deliver unto me Big Beat Street
Where lovers compete
Pop radios beep, uh oh...

Big Beat Street
Big Beat Street