Lights up, two minutes
Set up the table
Unbuttoned eyes of youth, kind, open wide
structures of “why?”
“What for?” “how?” And “What the fuck?”
aping all alone
Tell me, oh, what kind of day has it been, what kind of day has it been?
What is it you did to win the bread, to win the bread?
Tell me how is it that every brick, oh, every brick, oh, every...
is but to you a feather in a westerly wind?
We’re just out here trying to have a good time
and then go to bed - swimming in the blood
I’m over here trying to hang on,
onto my head - swallowing the flood
Lights up, two minutes
Set up the table
Unbuttoned eyes of “why?”
Open wide “What for?”
Fearless “how?”
Aping us “What the fuck?”
Tell me what is this new substance swimming thru my system system
Chemical messengers sent by sadistic mysticism
Open why’s, fevered looks, I guess we’re doing fine
Pharmaceutical ferris wheel, this marriage reels,
let's shake it
What can one expect? I guess we're doing fine
Weathered by beatitude, buoyancy
Weathered by such ecstasy
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