Generator

Like a rock, Like a pla-net, Like a fuc-king a-tom bomb I'll re-main un-per-turbed by the joy and the mad-ness That I en-coun-ter ev-ery where I turn. I've seen it all a-long In books and mag-a-zines, Like a twitch be-fore dy-ing, Like a porn-o-gra-phic sea There's a flo-wer be-hind the win-dow, There's an ug-ly laugh-ing man, Like a hum-ming-bird in si-lence, Like the blood on my door It's the gen-e-ra-tor Oh yeah, oh yeah, Like the blood on my door Wash me clean and I will run- Un-til I reach the shore I've known it all a-long Like the bone un-der my skin, Like ac-tors in a pho-to-graph, Like pa-per in the wind There's a ham-mer by the win-dow, There's a knife on the floor, Like tur-bines in dark-ness, Like the blood on my door It's the gen-e-ra-tor Oh yeah, oh yeah, Like the blood on my door. Wash me clean and I will run- Un-til I reach the shore Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh! Oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh!