Grey Machine-Pinback

on the left side a parking attendant sleeps selling space and time. on the right side a parking attendant sleeps selling space and time. they have grasped the concept of property. understand that space and time can be twisted into someone's monetary advantage. But I can see myself In that building that stands across from me. Reflecting in the sky. You can see yourself Swim along with giant whales down the street, reflecting in the sky. On sunny days The people on the beach Like ants in my food. They must have closed the mall. Here comes whitey to exploit The simple pleasures nature gave me, Then Try to tax them all. ...It's me in there You can see yourself, Reflecting in the sky. Hey look, it's you. I'm letting go, it's scaring me. Lay in the yard. Curled in a ball. Nails in your mouth. Keys still in the car door. Face in the dirt. Smells more than clean. Synapses tapped. You're well out. On the side of the house. Its burned in the ground. That secret code. That signal go. There's a stain on the grass That's calling us home You lie inside for the Transistor send. My heart skips a beat. Lie, lie, lie, blinded. Out of reach. Out of touch. Out of ink. Out of kindness, Never hazing new guys. Out of teeth. Out of thought. Out of time. Out of life like cattle grazing Your mind. On the way to the car. On the head of the stone. On the edge of the lake. On the end of the joke. On the crack of the floor On the slab of the day. On the dent of the face. On the mind of the cop. On the scar of the rat. On the last of the calls. On the rest of the doc. On the smile of the kid. On the underside. Pick me up. Take me home. Get me out of here. Please. On the underside i'm letting go... they know we're on to them. we know to avoid - their snare they're pulling us back we run for cover escape is far i'm letting go... its scaring me break... i'm gonna break... Get me out of here. Please.