Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song In The Bioburbs, artist - Passage. Date of issue: 24.05.2004
Song language: English
In The Bioburbs |
| Under the hood, the coldwater pump |
| Lets the Monkey angels get us sick |
| Our flying flees and millipedes |
| Read our white count |
| And screen for the bug |
| The old fashioned physician treated bumps and bruises |
| Not hungry with tube feeding |
| But the new slumber party |
| Cancer can’t keep its solids down |
| We watch saints of popularity, rail thin snack on their Hollow legs |
| The hairless pairs of replicas dance and gossip |
| While at their feet are fighting fish |
| The upper half is pressing |
| Flesh-some compaign of the neurotic black heart |
| A vomit Competition |
| The autograph is a lap dance from the grammaphone No one will touch |
| Their priorities bruised, and without memory |
| They had to start turning away the ghosts |
| Of ignored parents like the old men who work the vending machines |
| Who’ve only asked to use the toilet |
| Plastic dresses ath the biotech frontier tonight |
| The pigeons are Continuous, their feathers burn toxic |
| The medicine animal is A misfit to the drum |
| Desperate to duplicate the whimper like a snapshot |
| Genetic jennies sip white zin and choose wallpaper |
| For the first boy crossbred with a sneaker’s new nursery |
| To sit Amidst change, a speak 'n' spell in his heart |
| Soon pacemakers Will be able to run for president |
| Or any creature with the proper papers |
| Until Detroit machinists, our laureates of the chariot… |
| Jesus Chrysler, cut me a break |
| Lay off the feelings and the spiders in the sink |
| And leave a depression in the wild |
| A missing man without A car alarm |
| Stuck in his knee or a pager in his palm |