I have to wear my helmet to the strangled planet
I don't want to go
I don't want to go
It's never what you are, it's what you wear
In the tangled carcass of the billboard monkey
I don't want to go
But when I do I have to wear my brand new helmet
Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
Everyone's afraid to make friends
God knows there isn't time
Where have I been?
Drunk of the glare of my skinny tim sin zoltan! zoltan!
In folding human hope I wrote the final earthling joke:
Waiter, there's a contest in my soup
But I'm so sick of talking about you
So what up when I've got the conch
Everybody's happy when everyone's gathered at the sundial
Everyone's afraid to make friends
God knows there isn't time
I have to wear my helmet