Lyrics
Citizens of Earth!
We’ve captured most of your words, so we’ll tell you with all the furious whelping of a raspy office modem (for a sixteen dollar sex show) of the curious weeping sound of a lone cat lost abandoned on a dirt road in Iowa.
How the fuck are you?
It’s the curious creaking sound of a rusted CAT, abandoned, on a rubber road in Panama, how the fuck are you?
And every time we watch them backward films with all the young men in their toilets/their deserts doing unspeakable things, how can we be any more succinct?
Such glorious living beings, while we’re just mineral things, on our way to being clods.
And the curious beeping sound of a dying Motorola gettin’ bitch-slapped in Ottawa, how the fuck are you? (Only androids can cross the great big black divide, and they PM for the sake of “YOUR DUMB”)