Hey Fredrick

Either go away or go all the way in

Look at what you hold

Come back down on a spear of silence

When it flies

You go on through

You come on through

Thr rediculous no

Oh no

One more pair of

Loving eyes look down on you

Sheets and a pillow

How old will you have to be before you

Stop believing

That those eyes will look down on you

That way forever

There you sit mouth wide open

Animals nipping at your sides

On wire wheels the four stroke man

Opens wide

The marching sound

The constant ride

On the gasket is mine

All mine

One more pair of

Wire wheels bear down on you

Gear stripping the willow

How many machine men will you see before you

Stop believing that speed

Will slide down on you

Like brakes in bad weather