Maritime For Science Fiction
All children get scarred, turn in guilty faces and
tattoos on their arms.
We are always changing into naked clothes and times
We all fear a different devil.
Freaks come out at night, freaks come on forever in the
black and white
I want to thank god for the science fiction
For the benediction, and the contradiction that all our
souls are saved
Lords and ladies run, underneath the bunker
Prediction fell on the gun. We are full of anger
But ghosts have our steady lives. Cannot get enough
Of our choking, hypnotized.
Now were all on TV in the black and white
CHORUS
I want to thank god. Thank god.
