I'd call it a drastic measure but I'll open up one eye I'm all evolved and fully grown, with three dimensions of my own But hey Mr. Dog - Well I'm just
Boomtime coming Man the monkey In the craddle In the graveyard Sky is soaring Lungs are burning Rollercoaster Rolls forever A hightime rolling Like
The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moon And the pregnant aching of an empty womb The endless echoes of the noise we made And the repercussions of each
No shiny gold No jewelled eye Fighting the man I pressed the controls And rockets blazed through the sky Fighting the man Whose pretty feet Are clad
Am I but your clockwork hero? From here in the last ditch Toe to toe, blow for blow - You are the enigma Well nevermind! The future's already happened
Beneath the electrically powered sun Well I've been rolling down the assembly line And I've been stuck in flesh for far too long And flowing free's been
Woke up With a hard-on Head full of distortion Condition returning Verdict never learning Is it late in the evening? Or early in the morning? Disorientation
Been giving me remote control Pick up the telephone - Hail Mary I feel like I could shoot the moon My bliss cut and dirty And anyone can drown swimming
My spider sense is tingling From the boys and the girls and the vortex singing Just a second to hang upon my ears Just a second to taste the salty tears
In the cold glare of a coke machine And in the pulse of the droning stars In the slow swelling of the sea Well what can you hear? But who's that tapping
Flicker television Like something that is breathing I'm dead in bubblegum And wishing you were here You're where the rain never pours It just floods
Drained again by you and the summer I'm shadows of monsters I'm showrooms of glittering glass With amphetemine comedowns I'm spinning and turning, alone
Slip coma deep inside an industrialist's mind And pour yourself into the creased appeal of a financeman's suit You keep on exchanging handshakes and
I sleep deeply every night in a world that's better than real life i found a hiding place beneath a dirty blanket of distorted bass there's music in
Avoiding murder and its pitfalls Into the space age on a comedown Been evolving into some other creature Inside the birdcage - not got much flying done
Watching through the dust I'm trapped in a theatre of velvet and rust With lonely shafts of light And other ghosts drinking refreshments that's served
Drugged a million words Just like ourselves Formed a straight line Plucking at sound-waves And oh, For no-one ever Darkest singing The days of tripping
Me and monster man come crashing on down like an avalanche caused by a tiny sound we've been stuck in here for what seems an age that's too many rhinos
