Yeah, botox injections
Chemical solvents
Making midnite movies
Contaminated actors living on a farm
Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment
Gristle and grain, soft nights
Every day a reaction to infection

Manholes and enlightened towers
Walking down imitation streets
Little girls with plastic cameras
And shops full of cold cuts and candy
Hear the trains bisecting the night
Hand grenades in the trash
Medics running from the sun
She borrowed cartilage and wire
Tracing my face with broken hands

Yeah

Ahhh... sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la