Jumping Bean
Apartment walls, halls are small
Government building site much too small
These tiny boxes won't let me out
These tiny boxes are too remote
It's a screaming mess
Television city dream
Your robot's eyes gleam
In my future dream
Yeah hey!
It's not fate or chance
It's the money in the bank
Burn their timber and gather their bricks
Drive'em into the fire, the bloody dicks
It's a screaming mess
And I am the prisoner
The prisoner, the prisoner
Go!
It's not fate or chance
Kick somebody in the face
Burn their timb
Dean's Dream
It's a Friday night cookin' show
With a horse-meat dish
I had to stay in the freezer
All Thursday eve
Talkin' to that horse
I really had to go
Down to the sidewalk
The sky's all red
The street's filled with people
From a High School band
I escaped to a theatre
To see a girl
With long blonde hair
Right down to there
I escaped from a theatre to see a girl
With long blonde hair
We had to leave
We got in a tan van
Us two in the back
With Steve McGarrett
From Hawaii-Five-O
At the steering wheel
Speeding away we slide into a
Parking lot
And all in slow motion
These tough guys appear
We argue and fight
And one pulls a knife
He hits me in the back
But I'm all right,
I'm all right, (x3)
He's all right
I escaped from a theatre
To see a girl
With long blonde hair
Right down to there
I escaped from a theatre
To see a girl....