Hey Frederick

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
Through 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