stand before it to the nines
they've got your ashes scattered
blasting off for baby town
wearing cars like angel gowns
even though i'm wearin' tatters
i just can't wait my turn
new numbers don't understand
new numbers i'm gettin' out of hand
new numbers countin' on me for
oh your body still behaves
standard issue mindless slave
somebody gave you your papers
you're all so tucked in and tapered
i took the last train home and i
i can't remember the faces
i'm adding up possibilities
how's the view at twenty paces