Hey Fredrick

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
 Thr 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 your 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