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lyrics written by Anne Eickelberg
All picked locks glare frozen with one wide-open eye fixed upon the outside
There could be more, there could be more.
Scattered bits of machinery rain down from above
Gently hurled chunks begin to stink in the sun.
Wonder about cancerous growths appearing, hearing the same passage play
The horror! Boring car alarms
Dialing numbers at random.
Up on stage dressed as baby doll gorillas the band throws shit into the crowd
Who recoil pointlessly
Never anywhere to go, never anywhere to go.