Lyrics Tin Machine

Tin Machine

Goodbye Mr. Ed

The ghosts of Manhattan shrieking as they fall

>From AT&T

Someone sees it all-goodbye Mr. Ed

Andy's skull enshrined in a shopping mall near Queens

Someone sees it all

Icarus takes his pratfall, Bruegel on his head

Goodbye Mr. Ed

Four and twenty black kids, some of them are blind

Someone sees it all

Tolerance of violence by the fellows with no heads

Goodbye Mr. Ed

Some things are so big they make no sense

Histories so small, people are so dense

Someone sees it all. Goodbye Mr. Ed

Never mind the Pistols, they laid the Golem eggs

Others came to hatch them

Outside the pale. Someone sees it all

Goodbye Mr. Ed