I.C. Timer - Les Savy Fav

On a plain,

In a storm,

There they prayed

And there we got born.

Rarely made,

In rare form.

Fairly played

And fairly forlorn.

God bless the cyborgs at your door,

Retching rich regrets on the bathroom floor.

It feels like it’s been here 77 times before.

We wish they would loose their appetites

For alcohol and acolytes.

Still the starving set their sights on more.

We had the jury hung,

We had the judge strung up-

And at the gallows steps

The twelve civilians slept.

The drunken doctor almost cried

When he saw the cell divide.

«In 30 days and 3 weeks time

This new body will fit fine!»

«Sit down, stand up.»

This order is a set-up.

«Sit down, stand up.»

This set-up is a set-up.

I’ll trade my mind for the written line!

I’ll trade my eyes for satellites!

I’ll trade my hands for iron clamps!

I’ll trade my lungs for vacuum pumps!

That’s what we wanted!