What I'm really wanting,

A brand new machine

One for converting plastic to dreams

If you ride upon the tiger you can never get off

They get hungry



One thing is certain,

All the rest are lies

Beautiful and dammed ones

Never realize

That the dark is light enough to see the ignorance of greed

Still she cries



Come on come on get up

I wanna take you

Away from all of this

And what has got you Lost and feeling down

You just get it off your back,

Let it fly away



Poetry of motion

Counting out the beats

To hear a voice in every mind

Sounding out retreat

And as they run

They look behind

To see what tempts the wandering eye

Still she cries



Come on come on get up

I wanna take you

Away from all of this

And what has got you lost and feeling down

You just get it off your back,

Let it fly away



Trouble with the life of

The Emperor's new mind

Casual viewin' in spite of

What gets left behind

Gentlemen you may include me out,

Ladies please accept my bow

Still she cries



Come on come on get up

I wanna take you

Away from all of this

And what has got you Lost and feeling down

You just get it off your back,

Let it fly away