autobiographic eulogy fluently translated
another world, another language
nowadays the tango whiskeyman text is much too complex
for the timid to tame it
so why let the nameless name it
and claim it for all times?
all kinds of foulness is found in that logic
sounds like a spare time project
suckers can use to feel less like an object
crawling lessons, walking comes next
gradually the concepts get less complex
or stay complicated until they've been situated
and applied properly within the right context
divine design originated from the mind of some
self made Dr. Manhattan style blind resident
hesitant to achieve resolution
a disappearing act just may be the solution

like give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational
give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational

flame contact from the knife-edge chop
the tip top position that will spark the mission
link communication gaps among the rejects
payphone quarters are my nervous reflex
to stationary phonebooth action
headline news that never knows a form of retraction
full steam ahead, pull all the stops
rock headgear for when the other shoe drops
safety first then teamwork is the plan
painting doors black with the red right hand
funny how it works
obviously novices with get up and go
get to be the experts
furthermore the former fortified a network
full of yes-men itching to make their necks hurt
Norma Desmond in tact with Waxworks
automatically systematic fat perks

like give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational
give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational

cold blue steel and sweet fire attended
the judgement of the moon and the stars
even took separate cars
a simple destination reached in dead heat
white knuckle freaks to the red meat
and everything in-between
getting rid of every blade of grass that's green
just to make it one sided
mister square dealer
life as an imitator of a faith healer
Rick James martyr
who got a new deal with no time to barter
so much water passed under the bridge
that Mustang Sally has a reason to live
on her one track mind
it's kind of ironic that those tracks aren't sonic
yet they leave an indelible mark all the same
especially the hits
it gets hectic for deadbeats injected with live electric
so be looking good, best foot first
or any other cliche that fits within the verse
ready for a bubble burst, a pushed button
or a simplification that's not a big nothing
these mandibles need tangible options
something with feeling
something appealing to the hero
Tie Fighter winged pegasus
the specialist
effortless Legolas
test dream interpretation freelance
practicing whenever there's a chance
playing Guildenstern everyday to the rap Rosencrantz
watching time pass 'til it's time to advance from the docks
head chock full of memories
kinetic majestic vivid imagery
for the minds iris to exclusively see
and know how it feels to let forever be

give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational
give me your hands, give me your minds
this station is non-operational