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 or 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
Blood in my heart. 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 is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man. man being the chose alloy, he must be reconnected via shit, at all cost. inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man and re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold. all must not be art. some art we must disintegrate. positive anarchy must exist...
I feel it swirling around me
I feel I'm feeling no pain
I'm waiting above for you baby
I know that I'll see you up there
I'm tripping in the dark backward
I'm going for all that it's worth
I'm waiting above in the sky dear
Upon another planet called earth
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