You fear change and all that's new, stand in the way of progress.
Like primitive man afraid of fire 'till he explored it's many uses.
The power of the atom at our disposal yet it is called unsafe.
Nuclear energy so clean and pure.
your ignorance is a disgrace.
Do not resist, it is your destiny.
Have we not all become the children of technology?
Holding your fate in the magnetic grip of all your irrational fears.
The shadow of machinery cast upon the flesh of man,
Blood, sweat, and gears.
The robots of dawn offsprings the industry
spot you in the cobalt blue light.
One fell swoop and you've become a memory,
Away with your intrusive life.
Into the reactor!
You worship a dead man hung with nails,
only a fool would die for the sins of humanity.
On your knees before electronics, lets replace this religious insanity.
Tear down the churches, instead on the ground build there the holy reactors.
Give us the children science and math in place of bibles and pastors.
You bleeding heart liberals who oppose the Nuclear Regulatory Commission must be compelled to retire.
You serve only as obstacles and should be used to fuel the nuclear pyre.
I don't want to be the filler if the void is solely yours I don't want to be your glass of single malt whiskey Hidden in the bottom drawer I don't want to be a bandage if the wound is not mine Lend me some fresh air I don't want to be adored for what I merely represent to you I don't want to be your babysitter You're a very big boy now I don't want to be your mother I didn't carry you in my womb for nine months Show me the back door
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to be the sweeper of the egg shells that you walk upon And I don't want to be your other half, I believe that 1 and 1 make 2 I don't want to be your food or the light from the fridge on your face At midnight, hey What are you hungry for I don't want to be the glue that holds your pieces together I don't want to be your idol See this pedestal is high and I'm afraid of heights I don't want to be lived through A vicarious occasion Please open the window
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
I don't want to live on someday when my motto is last week I don't want to be responsible for your fractured heart And it's wounded beat I don't want to be a substitute for the smoke you've been inhaling What do you thank me What do you thank me for
Visiting hours are 9 to 5 and if I show up at 10 past 6 Well I already know that you'd find some way to sneak me in and oh Mind the empty bottle with the holes along the bottom You see it's too much to ask for and I am not the doctor
Here's a song from an open mind,I give it to you because I can. And if you're thinking that it's not that kind, It's cause my mood swings make me feel ashamed.
It can pass the time
A girl with eyes that see a hundred years Half remembered, this is my dream. Spinning out from where the hole appears I've never seen her but I've got photographs
It can blow your mind
An idea falls from a porcelain sky, It won't make you rich and it won't make you high...
Out of the, Out of the void it comes From an open mind Out of the, Out of the void it comes It comes from my mind
Raised to be a lady by the golden rule Alice was the spawn of a public school With a double barrel name in the back of her brain And a simple case of Mummy-doesn't-love-me blues
Reality it seems was just a dream She couldn't get it on with the boys on the scene But what do you expect from a chick who's just sixteen And hey, hey, hey, you know what I mean
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say Come over and see me Come over and please me Alice it's my turn today
All the young girls love Alice Tender young Alice they say If I give you my number Will you promise to call me Wait till my husband's away
Poor little darling with a chip out of her heart It's like acting in a movie when you got the wrong part Getting your kicks in another girl's bed And it was only last Tuesday they found you in the subway dead
And who could you call your friends down in Soho One or two middle-aged dykes in a Go-Go And what do you expect from a sixteen year old yo-yo And hey, hey, hey, oh don't you know...
