We live around the hydro towers Listen to them singing in the park Wind our clock too tight And all the radios are glowing in the dark Mothers lie down in the day time And dream about Hollywood I know that they'd get there if they could It's just a matter of time Before we get to shine It's not a question of when Or who does the crime We show our skin through picture windows Sit around cross legged on the floor Our living rooms electric, TV's, light bulbs Irons, cancer to the core Out in our back yards waiting For women in flying saucers Under the stars and power lines It's just a matter of time Before we get to shine It's not a question of when Or who does the crime The fans and the air conditioners Runnin' in movie houses The mother's not coming home again It's just a matter of time Before we get to shine It's not a question of when Or who does the crime