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