And benefit ourselves
Golden yellow and then I took
Of men and machines
With eyeglasses full of stars
All the dire dreams
'Cause we've found
To enjoy them
All the dire dreams
And turned them all around
With your nose in a book
Of men and machines
'Cause we found all the dire dreams
And turned them all around
And oh, my love, we can live on the sun
'Cause we found
And plenty of paper for scenery paintings
Oh no, the bugs are growing faces
Riding in our shiny motor cars
Our charming looks
Our identical hands
It made the back of my head glow
And benefit ourselves
Our identical hands
To enjoy them
Forget me while I'm gone
Of men and machines
I cut the moon in half
Ooh, so you wouldn't
Half of the moon to you
Bucket and I gave the other
Our paperback books
And you're lost quite classically
Ten stars on sticks
And placed them in my small metal
Composing our commands
We've sought after for so long
And turned them all around
And stuck a piece through my hair
And perhaps now it's done
And it seems so fitting
And perhaps this is the end
Our charming looks
Our identical hands
And wouldn't we be attractive
Composing our commands
Our paperback books
