[Lyric] Dr. No (Future Clouds and Radar)

I'm the noble Manchurian off the take from Dr. No
Armed with two pot boilers and a finger ringed in gold
All my old compatriots are vanquished in the great unknown

But he can't talk to me, I'm taken
By nothing stranger than the
Human desire to be only income free

Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
You're the problem, Dr. No

Did you know the wheels of commerce all are greased by luck or skill?
Often you must pay the penalty for ones you've killed

Absent of our judgment we agree to let him take the wheel
Tells you he's a killer driver
The lone survivors will be shrink-wrapped, taxidermied
Holy Gravity
Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
You're the problem, Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
You're the problem, Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
You're the problem, Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
Dr. No
You're the problem, Dr. No

(Run it again, run it again)
(Run it again)