there's a mistake here there's a windshield there there is a living and there is despair a city full of lizards that just won't go down the pipes

Here is a hero here's an armoured suit we're not afraid we'll just play mute I walked outside tonight and there's a drain at my shoes

Making a living nothing's quite as fun afternoon slaughters and the beating of drums life is not as hard as they show on sitcom reruns

Vintage clothes they all wear them in these quarters water flows artilery and pineapples not a step they cut through the borders filling big shoes water oisters and pineapples