Luddites & Lambs

Yes, I broke the telescope twice Honey, your et cetera blows me And my confetti over a splendid range I evolved a century as I read that diary The car left the road (the car left the road) And all I could see was present day Without the tattoos or tyres A girl is on the cover again Turn the channel over, I require every lung Measure up a plaster cast 'cause I feel mortal Let's make a man (let's make a man) And let's give him triggers (Oh, you rust the gears with your blood) Slow release your medicine ball on me Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be (Throw your body onto the cogs) Girls aloud, you're sapping my energy Speaking in tongues in enemy territory (Wreck a piston they can't ignore) Microsoft, you wanna be my lover Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter ('Cause this is a rehearsal no more) Teeth and nails, your little anatomy War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery Bodies replete with everything, everything All of the prisoners clamoring, clamoring I decide there's nothing in my body How can I be sure there's nothing in my body? I demand a shuffling of cards Doctor (in) and animal (out) Terrify us with your tales of a tragic loss Half an hour later they'll be on my eyeballs Telling the time (telling the time) And fashioning stretchers asking me "Who left all the pyramids on?" (Who left all the pyramids on?) First the Romans, then all the birds Lipstick on your feathers, oh, I'm a dinosaur Even now I hear them from the engines run like Luddites and lambs (luddites and lambs) Like luddites and lambs (Oh, you rust the gears with your blood) Slow release your medicine ball on me Less of the priest you wanna be, wanna be (Throw your body onto the cogs) Girls aloud, you're sapping my energy Speaking in tongues in enemy territory (Wreck a piston they can't ignore) Microsoft, you wanna be my lover Terror and tears, I found me in the gutter ('Cause this is a rehearsal no more) Teeth and nails, your little anatomy War on the Tyne, you're playing a lottery Bodies replete with everything, everything All of the prisoners clamoring, clamoring I decide there's nothing in my body How can I be sure there's nothing in my body? Stone and the soil, you're killing me, killing me Steam and the oil, you're telling me, telling me Lovers, I know you're out of your element Joking aside, I've never been anything Faking my death, you're telling me, telling me Measure my breath, you're selling me, selling me Heal the hull, I want it to be over Flashing a bulb, you're gonna hurt somebody Oh, you want her for your euphoria Bullets and effigies, narrower, narrower Money in mouths, you're selling me, selling me Heavenly hounds, you're telling me, telling me Bodies replete with everything, everything Bodies repeat with everything, everything I decide there's nothing in my body I decide there's nothing in my body I decide there's nothing in my body How can I be sure there's nothing in my body?