Now's the time for age of humans care, for what can be done for yourself
The in respect then out will cling itself to seeming hopefuls
Now we sing on a bridge for your own half, heavens to purgatory
Gadzooks, gadzooks, gadzooks
What have you got to lose?
What you are is fast, the glance and telephone, ring those portable sling
Deal with foggy folds you are here without consent except for your own
Records of our discontentment will but purge since one has found it
Awfully hard to keep a grimace, voltage from another's counting
We're such plants oxygen, xylem, phloem in the wrists
Pumps to the greed of your delusion
To a blind knowledge of sight from fall chosen from spring
Records of our discontentment, will but purge since one has found it
Awfully hard to keep a grimace, voltage from another's counting