Do not ask me why
what can I say when its all well known
a clung in the tepid furnace
a shudder and a yelp
and down the milky way
one thing for sure I can tell
after sixty seconds minimised and uncut
it sure leaves a lot of time
to rake and twist
**** poke and roll
and throw stones from our glass houses
never measured up we know
gotta find a release after the release
its maddening for we just do not have
the rhythm within nor the moves
we create distractions to distract us
roll over Beethoven