Look at what you hold
Come back down on a spear of silence
	When it flies
	You go on through
	You come on through
	Thr rediculous no
	Oh no
	One more pair of
Loving eyes look down on you
Sheets and a pillow
How old will you have to be before you
Stop believing
That those eyes will look down on you
That way forever
There you sit mouth wide open
Animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels the four stroke man
Opens wide
	The marching sound
	The constant ride
	On the gasket is mine
	All mine
	One more pair of
Wire wheels bear down on you
Gear stripping the willow
How many machine men will you see before you
Stop believing that speed
Will slide down on you
Like brakes in bad weather