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
