Dust
Some of the chances we take,
To make the money we make
Manufacturing disease
The creature we can see
I’m pleased it’s some other day
And I’ve got something to say
You don’t need love
So get under the rock
No no no no no no no no
No no no no no no no no
Now, I have a mutated brain
It is the form that’s been made
You go for broke
With your prog rock show
Don’t you know what I mean?
The sick things that I’ve seen
When you don’t fall down
There’s a piercing sound
It was the sky where we learned
That we were spying a bird
The clouds all feel
When we don’t feel real
It was implied to make a caption
“It’s a pain world”, is her reaction, yeah
We’ve answered why it’s not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our fashion, wow
This was the movie we made
And we were shooting to fade
We gather dust when you sit it’s a must
And in the end when we shake
It is the function that’s fake
We don’t feel real
You don’t know how it feels
Now, we’ve given up a lot
And we’ve gone right past the spot
We’re fueled inside
It’s the must that we hide
It was implied to make a caption
“It’s a pain world”, is her reaction
We’ve answered why it’s not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our fashion, yeah
Now, I have a mutated brain
It is the form that’s been made
You go for broke
With your prog rock show, woo
It was implied to make a caption
“It’s a pain world”, is her reaction
We’ve answered why it’s not been action
We blow the ghosts, is this our fashion
Blow
* An Ataxia song with John on lead vocals.
