Tied this letter to the red balloon. Flew this letter off across the ruse. Along with all the plans I made. Ooh.... . Over crippled cranes and twisted steel.
They tell us that. We lost our tails. Evolving up. From little snails. I say it's all. Just wind in sails. . Are we not men. We are Devo. Are we not men.
My baby took our love. And then she rolled it up. Rolled it up a hill. Like a ball of snow. Like a snowball grows. Until it gets too big. Until she lost control.
Shrivel-up. Well it's a god-given fact (that. You can't go back). It's a god-given law that. You're gonna lose your maw. It's a god-given fact you gotta.