We explore the men's room
We don't give a shit
Ladies' lost electricity;
take vows inside of it

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly

Let's explore
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor

Circle all around me,
coming for the kill, kill, kill
oh kill me baby
like a kamikaze
heading for a spill
oh but it's all spilt milk to me

Desire to dance;
Too startled to try
Wrap my legs 'round you,
starting to fly

Let's soar
up there, up there, up there,
on the twenty-fifth floor

We do not eat
flower of creation
We do not eat,
eat anything at all
Love is, love was, love is a manifestation
I'm waiting for a contact to call
Love's war Love's cruel
Love's pretty, love's pretty cruel tonight
I'm waiting here to refuel
I'm gonna make contact tonight
Love in my heart
The night to exploit
Twenty-five stories over Detroit,
and there's more
up there, up there, up there

stoned in space zeus christ it has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be
Within the context of neo rock we must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order
Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste
the transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man man being the chosen alloy,
He must be reconnected via shit, at all cost inherent with(in) us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of-