like a rock, like a planet,

like a fucking atom bomb,

i'll remain uperturbed by the joy and the madness

that i encounter everywhere i turn

i've seen it all along

in books and magazines

like a twitch before dying

like a pornographic sea

there's a flower behind the window

there's an ugly laughing man

like a hummingbird in silence

like the blood on my door

it's the generator

oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door

was me clean and i will run

until i reach the shore

i've known it all along

like the bone under my skin

like actors in a photograph

like paper in the wind

there's a hammer by the window

there's a knife on the floor

like turbines in darkness

like the blood on my door

it's the generator