You are my only friend now Melting plastic on the kitchen ceiling
You know that you're the greatest Of the serial number haters If you could step to the left now Someone else will be the best now
Greek mythology might yet save us Like the crosswords in the daily papers And the fly paper on your forehead Laughing loudly or faking instead
Carefree androids shop for diet coke A pack of matches and a vampire's cloak What is it that you crave for Your head caves in and your ankles feel sore More from Peace Burial At Sea