Nick Harper Follow

Crack in the obelisk - Free the basilisk
Ransack Atlantis - Choke the metropolis
Mass hallucinosis - Facts without basis
Statistical sophists - Doom in the profits
False analysis - Ordnance in excelsis
Fantasist catharsis - Move in to the darkness

I tied these words up
I cut them down dead
I ripped them from the pages
They were still in my head
I meant to move my mind a million miles or more away from here
And play the song on the sonic waves a way away beyond the stratosphere
But every time I get that high I see the world is just a tiny pale blue tear
And here comes the gun

Viral oasis - Infected stasis
Car sin o' genesis
Art eyrie - o' sclerosis
Praying man - ‘tis plastic gnosis
Moral paralysis - Drastic prognosis

Oh there I go again
Spreading the joy and the happiness
Should I be sexing up the mess?
As the Earth revolves around (the gun)

I meant to move my mind a million miles or more away from here
And ride the song on the sonic waves way way beyond the stratosphere
But every time I get that high I see the world is just a tiny pale blue tear
And here comes the gun

It's just another little echo of the empires coming home
Lionhearts in the heart of the battle-zones
Blood brothers spilling blood brothers' blood's how we're known
As the chamber music smokes,
There's murder in the jokes,
One for oil and oil for one!

I meant to move my mind a million miles or more away from here
And play the song on the sonic waves a way away beyond the stratosphere
But every time I get that high I see the world as just a tiny pale blue tear
Here comes the gun
Little darling