My dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin' away nowadays

The horror, the pain, let's get into details, the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo

The first draft of a worst case scenario



Every thought is at some way of of keeping the flavor, like their going for the brain to chew on

Compatible allies and as dead as a dice, it's the thing between nowhere and the opposite side

It's the something hidden behind the eloquent surface, father of fuckups you did it on purpose



I decline to believe that it's personal, hey, I know that you do and I'll hold it against you

It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby, but a lame don't need legs, he needs a wheelchair



So if you're to busy in having too much to offer and you can not decide where to go

Do the low yo yo, take a swing at the dynamo on a day like this

It's hard to keep the animo from drifting away



One-liner: the greeks had it carved in a tombstone, 'epigram' they said, last tribute to the dead

Well the horror, the pain and the alphabet from a to migraine, from nausea to z.

Are you listenin' you fool, you magnificent liar?



Feel free but don't feel too comfortable, it's already a quarter to three



Oh they say that time presses, but time doesn't press

It's just a figure for motion and emotional unrest

It's a matter of seeing and of being seen

As far as I'm concerned time is the state of my jeans



So if you wanna come down for some hangin' around

If you wanna come down for some hangin' around

If you wanna come down for some hangin' around

If you wanna come down for some hangin' around



Oh dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin' away nowadays

The horror, the