| Lyrics: | My dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin' away nowadays
The horror, the pain,
let's get into details, the bass, the piano, the friction of dynamo
The first draft of a worst
case scenario
Every thought is at some way of of keeping the flavor, like their going for
the brain to chew on
Compatible allies and as dead as a dice, it's the thing between nowhere and
the opposite side
It's the something hidden behind the eloquent surface, father of fuckups you
did it on purpose
I decline to believe that it's personal, hey, I know that you do and I'll
hold it against you
It's the bald man's dream to grow hair, baby, but a lame don't need legs, he
needs a wheelchair
So if you're to busy in having too much to offer and you can not decide
where to go
Do the low yo yo, take a swing at the dynamo on a day like this
It's hard to
keep the animo from drifting away
One-liner: the greeks had it carved in a tombstone,
'epigram' they said, last tribute to the dead
Well the horror, the pain and the alphabet from a
to migraine, from nausea to z.
Are you listenin' you fool, you magnificent liar?
Feel
free but don't feel too comfortable, it's already a quarter to three
Oh they say that time
presses, but time doesn't press
It's just a figure for motion and emotional unrest
It's a
matter of seeing and of being seen
As far as I'm concerned time is the state of my
jeans
So if you wanna come down for some hangin' around
If you wanna come down for some
hangin' around
If you wanna come down for some hangin' around
If you wanna come down for
some hangin' around
Oh dynamo, dynamo, it's hard to keep the animo from driftin' away
nowadays
The horror, the |
