Like termites in darkness
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
Like a twitch before dying
It's the generator
That I encounter everywhere I turn
Like the blood on my door
There's a knife on the floor
Like paper in the wind
I've known it all along
Like the bone under my skin
Like a hummingbird in silence
There's a flower behind the window
Like actors in a photograph
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
There's an ugly laughing man
I've seen it all along
In books and magazines
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
It's the generator
Like the blood on my door
There's a hammer by the window
Like a pornographic scene
Oh yeah, oh yeah, like the blood on my door
