"Time to put the ear-covers on!" "No!"
Born to multiply,
Born to gaze into night skies
All you want is one more Saturday
But look here, until then
They're gonna buy your life's time
So keep your wick in the air
And your feet in the fetters till the day
We come in doing cartwheels.
We all cut out by ourselves,
And your shape on the dance floor
Will have me thinking such filth I'll gouge my eyes.
You'd be damned to be one of us girl,
Faced with the dodo's conundrum:
I felt like I could just fly
But nothing happened every time I tried.
A duotone on the wall
The selfless fool who hoped he'd save us all
Never dreamt of such sterile hands.
You keep them folded in your lap,
And raise them up to beg for scraps,
You know, he's holding you down
With the tips of his fingers just the same.
Will you be pulled from the ocean,
But just a minute too late?
Or changed by a potion,
We'll find a handsome young mate
For you to love.
You'll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you'd trade your life for any ordinary Joe's,
Do it now or grow old
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold!
Been alone since you were twenty-one,
You haven't laughed since January,
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.
Damned to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android's conundrum,
I felt like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin,
You're Himmler in your cote,
You don't know how long I have been
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand
And let's jump out the window.