Handicapped Hearts

Just to think of the combinations
How millions of things must go right
Forces me to reflect on the implications
How two could set sight
Unparalleled foes
Our cold weary souls
Must be crazy as flies to have thought
Each one has sought
To be more than a nice teletype
Talk to friends
Talk to slaves
Talk to scientists with greedy dishes
'Cause it's not their fault
They're using defective parts
To fix handicapped hearts
They're using defective parts
Well, we had it in our heads
That the old days were somehow
More moral, therefore had less sin
And somehow that thinking's
Stricken with the feeling guilty
That we're not like them
I'm not sure that they're wrong
All around us
Balding heads
Perfecting illusions
Pretending their friends
We could call it a day
Dismiss it away
We could trample it
Squall in our DNA
It's not our fault
We're using defective parts
To fix handicapped hearts
We're using defective parts
To fix handicapped hearts
To fix handicapped hearts