I ride wrecking machines, wrecking machines
Through history and the pressure
Sprawled out and living asleep, and living asleep
Through history and the pressure
It's more like Heaven, pressure
Your trash is on display
Pressure, it's more like Heaven
Pressure, your trash is on display
I thought I'd fly like crazy
Over all the spaces
Sprawled out
And you crawl back down
Typewriters never extinct, and never extinct
Alive and dead in the pressure
Angels, plastic and cheap, plastic and cheap
In your sleeve, on your shoulder
It's more like heaven, shoulder
Your trash is on display
Shoulder, it's more like Heaven
Shoulder, your trash is on display
I thought I'd fly like crazy
Over all the spaces
Sprawled out
And you crawl back down
Sprawled out
'Til you crawl back down
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh
Ooh ooh