Like a rock Like a planet Like a fucking atom bomb I’ll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness That I encounter everywhere I turn

I’ve seen it all along In books and magazines Like a twitch before dying Like a pornographic sea

There’s a flower behind the window There’s an ugly laughing man Like a hummingbird in silence Like the blood on my door It’s the generator

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh yeah Oh yeah

Like the blood on my door Wash me clean, and I will run Until I reach the shore I’ve known it all along

Like the bone under my skin Like actors in a photograph Like paper in the wind

There’s a hammer by the window There’s a knife on the floor Like turbines in darkness Like the blood on my door

It’s the generator

Ah! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh yeah Oh yeah

Like the blood on my door Wash me clean, and I will run Until I reach the shore

Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh oh, oh