We live around the hydro towers   Listen to them singing in the park   Wind our clock too tight   And all the radios are glowing in the dark      Mothers lie down in the day time   And dream about Hollywood   I know that they'd get there if they could      It's just a matter of time   Before we get to shine   It's not a question of when   Or who does the crime      We show our skin through picture windows   Sit around cross legged on the floor   Our living rooms electric, TV's, light bulbs   Irons, cancer to the core      Out in our back yards waiting   For women in flying saucers   Under the stars and power lines      It's just a matter of time   Before we get to shine   It's not a question of when   Or who does the crime      The fans and the air conditioners   Runnin' in movie houses   The mother's not coming home again      It's just a matter of time   Before we get to shine   It's not a question of when   Or who does the crime