| Lyrics: | We explore the men's room.
We don't give a shit.
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows
inside of it.
Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round
you,
starting to fly.
Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the
twenty-fifth floor.
Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill
me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill.
oh but it's all spilt milk to
me.
Desire to dance;
Too startled to try.
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to
fly.
Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth
floor.
We do not eat
flower of creation.
We do not eat,
eat anything at
all.
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation.
I'm waiting for a contact to
call.
Love's war. Love's cruel.
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight.
I'm waiting
here to refuel.
I'm gonna make contact tonight.
Love in my heart.
The night to
exploit.
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up
there.
stoned in space. zeus. christ. it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall
be.
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke
which man calls order.
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and
transform waste.
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the
transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man.
man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected via shit, at all cost. inherent with(in) us
is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of- |
