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