Ice cream falls from the sailor's fist
Sun blots out ink spot fried fish
The tempest flies meet the ocean rise
Transit atom ant and bones through eyes
Hands to boats rocky rock 'n' roll
Plastic honours human dead
The race is not to the swift
or the battle is to the strong, my dear
Bread is not to the wise
No richness to understanding flies
In the half life he cries
Red dread claw wrathful prison cell door
Words fall up onto the facts
The outlines fuzzed by political crap
The politician squirts out black
Pethedrine injected nation vein
A good soldier never questions asks
Aspirin thoughts in fil-o-fax
Don't know the anvil breaks the hammer
The race is not to the swift…
So what does fascism mean then, father?
Just shot up and digest your tablet sun
The great masses of the earth disappear
In the black hole dot between here and here
I look and I reveal the world
And nothing will be revealed
I raise my laser gun
Between my eyes I put a sun
The race is not to the swift…
Dead voices spinning in a static sea
Don't advertise homosexuality
The pen slips slightly into future play
Everyone is acting just like 'they'
