Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of its kind to get to the moon Trust some ellipses to chase you 'round the room Through curvatures and metaphors and goo
Been watching all the neon blossom flickering You look as if you've all forgotten where you've been Going riding through the thundersuckle fuzz canyon Ten, nine, eight, seven, six-five-four Three-two-one
Library pictures of the quickening canoe The first of its kind to get to the moon Give me an eeny, meeny, miny, moe Of an 'ip-dip dogshit rock and roll
