The Black Hit Of Space — текст песни (Human league)

Been out all night, I needed a bite
I thought I`d put a record on
I reached for the one with the ultra-modern label
And wondered where the light had gone
It had a futuristic cover
Lifted straight from Buck Rogers
The record was so black it had to be a con
The autochanger switched as I filled my sandwich
And futuristic sounds warbled off and on
Chorus :
The Black Hit Of Space
It`s the one without a face
It`s the one that doesn`t fit
You can only see the flip
The Black Hit Of Space
Sucking in the human race
How can it stay at the top
When it`s swallowed all the shops?
As the song climbed the charts
The others disappeared
`Til there was nothing but it left to buy
It got to number one
Then into minus figures
Though nobody could understand why
(Chorus)
I couldn`t stand this bland sound any more so I walked towards my deck to
turn it off. All I could see was the B-side of the disc which had assumed a
doughnut shape with the label on the outside rim. I reached for the arm
which was less than one micron long but weighed more than Saturn and time
stood still. I knew I had to escape but every time I tried to flee, the
record was in front of me.
The Black Hit Of Space
Get James Burke on the case
It`s the hit that`s never gone
Time stops when you put it...