Electronic eye vision astro magnetic
Corrupted files from galactical planets
Write a new genetic code thoughts get transported
From neanderthal skulls to digital food malls
Telemarketing people with cellular head sets on their skulls
Selling you wisdom from a plexi glass prism
Bio chemical jism get you into this rythm
They act like earth was terrestrial prison

strangeways coming today
I put a dollar in my pocket and I threw it away
been a long time since a federal dime
made a jukebox sound like a mirror in my mind
I need to comb my worries, fix my thoughts
throw my hopes like a juggernaut walks
now let down souls can't feel no rhythm
sorry entertainers like aerobics victims
hybrid people light a wooden matchstick
toxic fumes from the burning plastic

disappointment condition
a perfunctory prescription
of an indigent mindset of belligerent silence
we got all we need droning out of a tin can
thinking 'bout the rain under a sweat shirt hood
listening to noise on a battery tape deck
a judas train wreck anonymous suspect
hovering in carbon monoxide cremations
loners waste away inside of vacant locations

I'm uptight, super-gutted, out of the frame
I shake my leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man
I'm making my move letting loose like a bell
a little worse for wear but I'm wearing it well
tell me, what's wrong with a little grind and bump
when the stereos erupt with the kick drum punch
once you do it once you'll probably do it again and again

These toys are all lifeless
The armor's worn off
The shadow of a shadow
Is the ghost of a bomb
A skyscraper standing
In a desert alone
A helicopter searchlight
Searching for no one

We're all pushing up the tincan mountaintop
The smokestack clouds with glory attached

Sky-dancers dance in a parking lot wind
That comes from the tundra
Where the jungle begins

Looking for a ladder in the stratosphere
So I can be happy and let my bones melt away
Stranded on a plane that was circling round
I carry my heart like a soldier with a hand grenade

Walking down the aisle in a supermarket
Looking for the things for to carry my senses away
Listen to the ringing of a telephone
Somebody's calling, somebody who's all alone

I'm a sea sick sailor
on a ship of noise
I got my maps all backwards
and my instincts poisoned
in a truth blown gutter
full of wasted years
like blown out speakers
ringing in my ears

its nausea, oh nausea
and we're gone

I'm a straight line walker
in a black out room
I push a shopping cart over
in an aztec ruin
with my minion fingers
working for some god

When the oceans are dark
the heavens are foreboding
the chainlink wind is breaking you open
and the lessons of the day
on the blackboard of night
seem to be erased
and the beacon has no light
and the eyes of confusion
are looking far astray
from everything you needed
to keep the wolves at bay
there's no escape hatch
no submarine
that could take you to the moon

We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across our face

No complaints but I wish I had more time for my brain
I'd like to walk where the sun doesn't know we're awake

We're in space ships
Take a visit to the Pyrenees
On paid vacations
Send a brochure from the agency

No complaints but my girlfriend dug a ditch in my room

no one cares what dress she wears at all
tattered rags and paper bags and all
she's the one sleeping in the dirt
drag her down don't let her drown in dirt

lovers drag their canes across the gates
gamblers light candles for the days
no one wake her up she's sleeping still
so put a candle on her windowsill

soldier jane
don't be afraid
take your heart out of the shell

Lord please don't forsake me
in my mercedes benz
all the riches and the ruins
we all know how that story ends

strange apparition
haunting my brain
standing on the last legs
of a dream that walked away

when the Lord Rings my front door
and asks me what I got to show
besides the dust in my pockets
and the things that eat away my soul

strange apparition
haunting my brain
piss on the ashes

Ashes of ancients
The nations repainted
The chain gang chatelaine
Changing the station
The theme song playing
The anthem of normal
The horrible fanfare
The horns get distorted
On a public announcement
The towns are impounded
Where order resounded
Cowards towered around it
Power line buzzards
Surveilling the night
Talons in flight
The fake horizons ignite

The information is laughing at us
The ticker tape feeds the night
Looking for a last transmission
From a heaven that we left behind

When the information comes we'll know what we're made from
On a skyline rising high rise eyes see through you

Say hello to a mannequin
The ghost of an automaton
The witching hour is summoning up
Armies in a desert sun

I really think I better get a hold of myself
Don't wanna let the night get ahead of myself
Whisperin' her love through a smoke ring smile
She doesn't know what happens when she's around

I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so
I think I'm in love
But it makes me kinda nervous to say so

Doodododododooodoo

Probably lay my head on a wooden floor

send a telegram tell me your thoughts
I wanna live for a day in the way that we lost
but unfortunately the twain got crissed not crossed
locked our keys in the car so our legs had to walked
on a desert terrain we were wayward and plain
waiting for rain in a decade afraid
of what pain might do to the pleasure we knew
before we had to move on I did my best for you

darker