Thom: Chicken Licken! Goosey Loosey!Have you got your flying goggles mate?Thom:

him out the windowDragging out your deadSinging "I miss

being took for a ridePulling all the keep

motorways and tramlinesStarting and then stoppingTaking off and landingThe

of houses all bearing down on meI can feel

destroyed with clever toys for little boysIt's inevitable, inevitable,

are the sun and moon and stars are youAnd

Shake it nowThe life that I choose could be a whole

the next world warA jackknifed juggernautI am born

do notUnderstandWhat it isI've done wrongFull of holesCheck for

I wanna live with a cinnamon girlI could be happy the

its right placeIn its right place- EverythingIn its right placeIn

green plastic watering canFor a fake Chinese rubber plantIn

there, that's not meThat there. that's not me (I

your statement, pleaseAnother meA better manThe fascination's lostAt such

walking out in a force ten galeBirds thrown around,

1: The Most Gigantic Lying Mouth of All Most

Up on the ladder the insides are removedWe slide like slime

umPart, part of the reason for coming out again is

Give me one of those daysWhen the sky is California