She has to leave
   She has to go
   The fastest way
   Is by trism
  
   Steps off the curb
   Stella Corona hopes for the best
   To be home by sunset
   Gotta be home by sunset
  
   She asked me to give her a ride
   She said she had to go
   Dropped her off by the trism
   Through the atmosphere by prism
  
   Go trism
   Go trism
   Go trism
   Go trism
   Go trism
  
   Gotta keep, gotta keep movin' on
   Gotta keep movin'
   Gotta keep movin'
   Gotta keep movin'
   Gotta-gotta-keep on
  
   It was a human race to get away
   And then back again
   Like the sun bends light through a prism
   She bends herself through the trism
  
   In the smokey streets of the night
   She pulls the lever and then bright light
  
   Trism
   Trism
   Trism
   Trism
   Trism