We live around the hydro towers,Listen to them singing in the park

Wind our clock too tight, And all the radios are glowing in the dark

Mothers lie down in the day time, And dream about Hollywood

I know that they'd get there if they could



Chorus: It's just a matter of time, Before we get to shine

It's not a question of when, Or who does the crime



We show our skin through picture windows,Sit around cross legged on the

floor

Our living rooms electric, TVs, light bulbs, irons, cancer to the core

Out in our back yards waiting,For women in flying saucers

Under the stars and power lines



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The fans and the air conditioners, Runnin' in movie houses,

The mother's not coming home again



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