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!
