We live on a mountain,
Right at the top.
There's a beautiful view,
From the top of the mountain.
Every morning I walk towards the edge,
And throw little things off
Like
Car parts, bottles and cutlery
Or whatever I find lying around.

It's become a habit,
A way
To start the day.

I go through all this
Before you wake up,
So I can feel happier.
To be safe up here with you.

AND ALL THE VIDEO IS IS ROBOTS MAKING SEX.



IS GOOD, YES?

You're a faith-healer on T.V.
You're an office park without any trees.
Corporate and cold,
Gushing for gold,
Leave me alone.
You suck so passionately.
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart
You call me up drunk;
Does the fun ever start?
You're hideous and sexy!

I don't see why I come to this town anymore...