like a rock, like a planet,
like a [bad word] atom bomb,
i ll remain uperturbed by the joy and the madness
that i encounter everywhere i turn
i ve seen it all along
in books and magazines
like a twitch before dying
like a pornographic sea
there s a flower behind the window
there s an ugly laughing man
like a hummingbird in silence
like the blood on my door
it s the generator
oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
was me clean and i [bad word] until i reach the shore
i ve known it all along
like the bone under my skin
like actors in a photograph
like paper in the wind
there s a hammer by the window
there s a knife on the floor
like turbines in darkness
like the blood on my door
it s the generator