the view is sublime
from the cabin of my blimp
now feed my ego, lesbian pimp
i'm drawn to heat
i retreat from fire
i'm laid like the street
inflated like a tire
i'm gray and unassuming
allow motion to pass
don't be unfair or i'll kick yr ass

don't spare the whip on the horse of pain
give me all your lovin straight to my fucking vein
hell is for the sinners and heaven is for me
the pie is my salvation won't you listen carefully
i need it, i want it, and i'll have it soon
the night is falling rapidly, i'm howling at the moon
it's the party of a lifetime, up in the sky
we have oxygen a plenty but for you it's time to die
that depends that depends that depends on what's wrong

so give me sth to lose the rock rhythm
but i don't wanna take the chance of it
give me sth to lose the rock rhythm
not a chance

in lieu of something to do, i propose a proposition, to you
you can be mine and give me some time and fuck whoever you want, i don't need you to toe the line i just want to love you girl
cause i know you're quite a lovely gal
it doesn't mean we can't be pals
stay indoors write beautiful songs
teach the little trolls their right from wrong
brutality is an atrocity
i just wanna get along
how much is this phone call costing me
i think it's time we get it on
take me to the town center
we'll ride up off the ground
if i should be your intern
you know i will go down

the living and the dead share common threads
we fail as we flail into the neverending red
this country is bankrupt and so is my soul
heed the words i say cause i'm about to take control
of the world as it is in a sorry state
of crime and destitution and other interesting traits
the cart is full, the line is long
make your final selections and i'll sing you one last song
and the plans and the plans and the plans will get drawn

give me sth to lose the rock rhythm
but i don't wanna take the chance of it
give me sth to lose the rock rhythm

when i was child they made it seem so important
but we are not worthy to be loved
so i could not believe my ideas have worth of their own
the domination of descent
the emptiness of self-fulfillment
a single tree on a hill top bent
the work of our hands
a beautiful wasteland
a galaxial spiral of meaning
morality is curious to me
i'm very curious you see

pocket pie
i want the pocket pie
it's all i ask you for
you're rich and i am poor
so help a brother out
and make your country pround
it looks quite tasty
and i must say you owe me one