Yeah, botox injections

Chemical solvents

Making midnite movies

Contaminated actors living on a farm

Harnessed to a life of protein and equipment

Gristle and grain, soft nights

Every day a reaction to infection

Manholes and enlightened towers

Walking down imitation streets

Little girls with plastic cameras

And shops full of cold cuts and candy

Hear the trains bisecting the night

Hand grenades in the trash

Medics running from the sun

She borrowed cartilage and wire

Tracing my face with broken hands

Yeah

Ahhh... sha-la-la-la, sha-la-la-la