There's always something An odd twitch, hearing loss, a ringing noise New flesh, a new bump, a weightlessness A headache, a sore limb, an itchy gash A mirage, a tumour, a scare And when one is fixed another breaks When some destroyed, more await When it is time, no one comes When you have time, it is up And even from without There is nothing you will find running at full speed Without a dent, factory-shine Always slightly out of time Always, always dust Always, always, always no such thing as luck Only chance and rot Inevitable loss Running low Almost empty Almost always gone Going going, gone Each day quicker Each day gone lost The more, the less The less useless That's that No more Meet me at the door!
It's open, come in Wash away the sin No more lazy sloth This sad pig has had enough No nail grows yet All toes now green Both eyes blank screens Eyeballs opaque Robot ears gone Ringing silence Back again, mate A tick-tick, a shiver A lick lips, a stiffness A click limb, a limp useless prick!
Gone no need When stiff useless, when needed limp Rid me of the hideous thing Gets it right in the classroom But wrong in the examination hall What use is that? Damn it all, useless thing All machines designed after it All worse, none better I.E. all shit
And none work forever None work a minute Worse with every use Always chasing the first Always chasing the free Always chasing decency Never adequate enough Enough, enough Come in, come in Thank youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
