Linda Blair Was Born Innocent

Gentle hum of the old machines

Here we come, scrubbed and scoured, patches on our jeans

When the drone sounds in the cool night wind

We pick up the call, kick all the traces in

Hungry for love

Ready to drown

So tie down the sails

We're going downtown

Great big drain on the power grid

You may not like Tate's methods but you've got to admit she's a real nice kid

We walk light down the wires

Higher than weather balloons, empty hearts on fire

Hungry for love

Ready to drown

So tie down the sails tonight

We're going downtown