The mesmerizing beauty queen
The undecifred anagram pop
We're miking all the pillow talk
The camera the double speed shot
The punchline in the magazine’s add
Digging for an afterpar ty
A strike in every power plant
We understand We know you can’t
Quit what you need
The wildgrowing seed
But are you willing to bleed
For visions of speed
Or something you don’t need
The shelter from a silent shot
Promoting badly organized raids
Corrosion of a kindergar ten
The womanizer waiting in vain
The pool inside the weatress’ blond head
The synchronizing tranquili zer
The kisses from a pessimist an optimist, a communist
No one you need
But I ain’t willing to bleed
For nothing concrete
Like visions of speed
Well it’s nothing that you need
Try to Quit what you need
The wildgrowing seed
Like gardens without gates
For your visions of speed
knowing what you need
There’s never anyone on line 1
The Transatlantic intercom lied
The conversations ment to be heard
Take all your handcuffed grabbing hands can
The Airco got the best of your head
I’m steaming up a stereo stain
Your window to a better life then what am I
Tell me now am I your speed
nothing you need
just a wildgrowing seed
well then it’s better to bleed
for something that you need