We explore the men’s room
We don’t give a shit
Ladies lost electricity
Take vows inside of it
Desire to dance
Too started 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 it’s all spilt milk to me
Desire to dance
Too startled to try
Wrap mu legs round you
Starting to fly let’soar
We do not eat
Flower or creation
We do not eat anything at all
Love is love was
Love is a manifestation
I’m waiting for a contact or 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
Ans 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 is perhaps the oldest preoccupation
Of man being the chosen alloy he must be reconnected-
Via shit at all cost inherent
Within us is the dream of the alchemist
To create from the clay of man
And to re-create from excretion of man
Pure and then soft and then solid gold
All must not be art
Some art we must disintegrate
Positive
Anarchy
Must exist