Generator

Like a rock, like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
Yet I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I’ve seen it all along
In the 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
Like a rock, like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
Yet I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I’ve seen it all along
In the 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
Wash 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
Oh yeah, oh yeah
Like the blood on my door
We wash it 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