When the instant city bleeds

the old stones will shift

and the brides will tell

of an empire of grain

that went to the rats

they'll remember well



I've got a thing or two

I wanna give to you again

I see a real baby blue

not yet glued to you again

come on down

emitting dimensions are swallowing you

I picked a room with a view

under the stars



good men how do you wait

like factory ham

on an inchworm train?

bad men how will you steal

another good day

with an episode of pain?



I've got a thing or two

I wanna give to you again

I've seen a real baby blue

not yet glued to you again

come on down

emitting dimensions are swallowing you

I picked a room with a view

under the bushes