Jets To Brazil

The terror of the view
The emptiness of this room
Always writing against this truth in the way that a painter must have
a surface to hit
The pain is flying now, breaking the silence at the speed of sound
Hitting the frequency
She's reaching back at me, warm and loud
Beautiful demons fly out
And we're fighting for our lives to fill the corners up with light
Black spell casting against them now in the way that a bullet
will go until it is stopped
And all the medicine went to my head again late last night
My bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine
I was lit from within, burning with means and ends
And the city life is like a sugar high, knocking me out, keeping
me wired
It's incredible
Unsteady chemicals
Come and go the ebb and flow
When the measure of your work is the masure of your worth, then
you better make it work
There's some people I could name, but it's not the time or place to
split hairs with the guys downstairs
They'll get their fare share I'm sure
The frequency is gonna take us there
And the city kids, the angry with-it kids, hate everything the first time
It's incredible
The kind of chemicals knocking around in my mind
In the winter of my night I found a desperate kind of light, and nothing
comes without a fight
You want to know where the good thoughts grow
But you ought to know where all the good thoughts go
You can't afford to miss a day, call in sick
You better stay that way, stay that way
And the city life is just some other guy knocking me out, wasting my time
Upper middle class, infomaniac
You will get yours, I will get mine, so get in line
The frequency is fine