Texty: Flaming Lips. Transmissions From The Satellite Heart. When Yer Twenty-two.

Stuck in the perpetual motion
And dying against the machine
The whole thing leaves
You a nothing instead of a these

The sun is black and the black halos fly
And your number is backwards again when you try
The sound is so cute when you're twenty-two
When you're twenty-two

Eggs break when you walk on the scramble
You're living against the machine
The whole thing leaves
You a nothing instead of a these

The bone is cracked and the cracked eggshells fly
And your number is backwards again when you drive
The whole thing's removed when you're twenty-two
When you're twenty-two

Stuck in the
Stuck in the perpetual motion
Stuck in the perpetual motion
Stuck in the perpetual motion