Machines Of Loving Grace: "Weather Man" Lyrics

Get off 

the streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing 

get off 

where the cops all wear leather eyes amphetamine stares 



bleed kid 

get off the street kid 

everybody knows it's going to explode 

bleed kid 

get off the street kid 

everybody knows it's all wired 

it's all wired 



Weatherman 

you think it over 

you've got a moment's respite 

Weatherman 

get it over 

infiltrate your inside 



There was a film there was a nightmare 

Cielo drive up on the right there 

some people say the weather's no different from what we had yesterday 

but there's a house on a hill 

where the children all kill their playthings and plant them 

like barrels of toxic hatred 



bleed kid 

get off the street kid 

everybody knows it's going to explode 

bleed kid 

get off the street kid 

everybody knows it's all wired 

it's all wired 



Weatherman 

you get it over 

we penetrate your disguise 

Weatherman get it over 

twist the fork in her spine 

bleed kid 

get off the street kid