Reformat Lyrics - Inches - Les Savy Fav

All nerve endings shut down. 

Stiff lipped at the countdown. 

All systems are go, 

All systems are gough, 

All systems are ghosts. 

In a can, 

In a cupboard, 

In a submarine, 

There's nothing left inside, 

In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine 

Is where the sailor cried. 

He never said a word 

To the jury of the press 

And when the ax-blade bit his neck, 

"Set me free" is all he said. 

In a pixel, 

In a portrait, 

In a T.V. screen 

There's nothing left to hide. 

Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam 

Let the camera man decide. 

He never said a word 

To the jury of the press 

When the on-air light turned red, 

"Cut Away" is all he said. 

When he opened it up, 

He dropped his coffee cup, 

And when the cup hit the ground 

The whole damn house came stumbling down. 

Good by my memory. 

From this point on I'm unsettling. 

In Brooklyn we stay home. 

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