Moderated extravagance and turpentine
Women in plastic partitions
Head ‘em off at the pass
Drinking down regurgitated symphonies
And separated tones that slip and slide
Shifting into reverse and cutting coupons
Save that one; it’ll be worth something, someday
It pulls, it churns, it galvanizes
It wakes you up and puts a pillow on your face
Salvaged sickness and brand new trash
Flowing upstream into oblivion
Where the smiling faces of all the devils in hell
Shrug and sigh
Turn it up, you’ll like this part
Turn it down; you’ll wake the neighbors
And wouldn’t a little hearing damage do us all some good?
Cover your ears, take a deep breath, and sit with all your might
It is you It is me It is us and them
Wound up tightly, unwinding slowly
The sweetness can moisten you
The killer instinct can make you alive
And science makes it all that much more interesting
But sometimes, you should just lie down, shut up,
and dance