I'd call it a drastic measure but I'll open up
The cushioned throbbing of a velvet moon
And the pregnant aching
In the cold glare of a coke machine
And in the
Beneath the electrically powered sun
Well I've been rolling down the
This circled tier that I am in,(?)
And that there is
Been giving me remote control
Pick up the telephone - Hail
My spider sense is tingling
From the boys and the girls
slip coma deep inside an industrialists mind
pour yourself into the
me and monster man come crashing on down
like an avalanche
Have you heard the news from outer space?
Seems that somewhere
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