In the pipes of this city The rodents open up their eyes The hover trains begin their lives Like I do without you I argue with my toaster I wear my jeans a hundred days Most intimate I've been of late Is a pat-down at the airport And I want what I can't have But I don't want what I can And that's the recipe for being alone I wonder through the...Learn More

By the concrete By the palm trees What a pretty massacre on the street In a dark cloud In a blackout Everybody is what they need to be What a nice day for a rat race Everybody chasing your long tail Have a nice day in the rat race Everybody knows how the game's played In a nice cream In a cemetery What a pretty pic for it all might seem In the...Learn More