Linda Blair Was Born Innocent

Gentle hum of the old machines
 Here we come, scrubbed and scoured, patches on our jeans
 When the drone sounds in the cool night wind
 We pick up the call, kick all the traces in
 Hungry for love
 Ready to drown
 So tie down the sails
 We're going downtown
 Great big drain on the power grid
 You may not like Tate's methods but you've got to admit she's a real nice kid
 We walk light down the wires
 Higher than weather balloons, empty hearts on fire
 Hungry for love
 Ready to drown
 So tie down the sails tonight
 We're going downtown