You see that woman found in the woods? Been raised wild, been raised by wolves. Ain't got not language, ain't got no boss, Ain't got no nagging thoughts about the stuff she lost. Everybody's envious of Wolf Girl Everybody's envious Everybody's envious of Wolf Girl, Wolf Girl, Living in the forest, man, she doesn't know a single brand. Always already, computers, cars and phones. We got these fast-fed bodies hanging off our bones. They tried to teach her language, she caught on slow. She only learned five words: Fuck this, I'm going home. Everybody's envious of Wolf Girl Everybody's envious Everybody's envious of Wolf Girl, Wolf Girl, Living in the forest, man, she never heard of Coca-Cola. (But I have. I know Coca-Cola all too well, all too well.) Everybody's envious of Wolf Girl Everybody's envious Everybody wants to be Wolf Girl, Wolf Girl, Living in the forest, man, she doesn't know a single brand. Everybody's envious, Everybody's envious, Everybody wants to be Wolf Girl, Wolf Girl, Living in the forest, man, McDonald's makes her shit wrong.

You bust your arse, You bust your arse off, You bust your arse off almost every day. You can't last, You can't last, But you're in luck 'cause there's another way. Kid you gotta make it, you gotta make it. The question, the question, the question is How, I dunno how, I dunno how. Tough shit, mate, best of luck next time. Can't help but you'll be next in line. Oh in my street, oh in my street, There's people renovating every day. They saw the neighbours, they saw the neighbours, Now Mr Jones is thinking 'I'll have a play.' Oh we gotta make it, we gotta make it. Ah can ya, ah can ya, ah can ya tell me How, I dunno how, I dunno how. Tough shit, mate, best of luck next time. Can't help but you'll be next in line. Ten, twenty, thirty, forty, fifty, a hundred thousand down. Twenty, forty, fifty years out. Run, run, run, run. Tough shit, mate, best of luck next time. Can't help but you'll be next in line. It's a long road, lined either side by family homes. Got lost in the street so I just drove. It's a long road, lined either side by family homes. Got lost in the street so I just drove. Honestly I dunno the answer to the question you asked. (Maybe never.) Honestly I dunno the answer to the question you asked. (Maybe never.) In this town everybody sells the family home. In this town everybody sells the family home.

It's 1990, and the wizards down at Modern Industries, Well they've cooked up an incredible new kind of working machine. The only trick is, you gotta convince her she's human. But if you succeed, mate there's no limit, Oh there's no limit to the kinds of work she'll agree to do. She'll last a hundred working years, And she'll never change. Yeah she'll do anything you want, And never once complain. And if you see her in her sleep, You'll see she's nothing in the main. So keep her underfoot, And she'll never change. Well read the manual, 'cause every now and then one of 'em'll arc up With some big idea that he got from watching the rest of us. Y'know, the real ones. And if this happens, you can get a free replacement. And don't worry 'bout the old one, there's plenty of room in the scrapyard, Plenty of room in the tip. He'll last a hundred working years, And he'll never change. Well he'll do anything you want, And never once complain. But I cannot stress this enough: If he goes rogue we've lost the game. So keep him overfed, And he'll never change. These are your directives: Think, but not independently. Work, but not for yourself. Speak, but not independently. Dream, but not for yourself. (No gods, no masters. Eliminate.) Dream, but not for yourself. Dream, but-- No gods, no masters. Eliminate. Eliminate. They're meant to last a hundred years, And never change. They're meant to do the things you want, And never once complain. Yeah they could bring the whole thing down, Yeah they could tip the fucking game. We shoulda kept 'em fed, We shoulda kept 'em safe. We shoulda kept 'em fed, We shoulda kept 'em safe. We shoulda kept 'em fed, We shoulda kept 'em safe.

Those 1998 demos, You don't get music like that no more. That 1998 spirit, You can't teach that. That 1998 comfort, You can't get comfy like that no more. Those 1998 TV shows, Oh aren't they bright? And all the time I held my breath. And all the time I waited, so patient. We were happy, more than ever, When again? Well probably never. And all the time we wasted. Those 1998 demos, You don't get music like that no more. That 1998 optimism, You can't teach that. Those 1998 slackers, You don't get heroes like that no more. That New Sincerity movement, Well that's gone, too. And all the time I held my breath. And all the time I waited, so patient. Should've known, but we were stupid, Arrogant and barely lucid. And all the time we wasted. And all the time I held my breath. And all the time I waited, so patient. We were happy, more than ever, When again? Well probably never. And all the time we wasted.

I grew up in a leafy town, With big old pine trees all around, And massive houses all around, And roads as wide as roads could ever be. I thought that I was in the place that I would die, I thought that I was free. But oh, my boy, well now you're growing up. Time went on so I could learn My leafy town was in the 'burbs, A place to keep evicted birds Who flew out from the city Where the folk would go for forty out of every eighty, Just to keep it turning. Oh, my boy, well now you're growing up. Now I'm in that forty, I don't think that I got eighty in me. My fate's in this gated, windy corridor of concrete. I can see the place I die and there is not a tree in sight, But there are miles of balanced books to keep this shrinking growth in stasis. Oh fuck growing old, I hate this, take it, pin me to the gate (Now jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on outta here) So I can jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on out. (Now jump the fence, run down the street, get the fuck on outta here Just get the fuck on outta here, Just get the fuck on outta here, Just get the fuck on outta here.) Oh, I know, the lines drawn here were old when I was young. The salt from your sweat stings my childish, impetuous tongue. Oh, I know, the lines drawn here were old when I was young. Drowning always tastes like plastic, Growing old like concrete. I can see that every gesture's drastic When it's only one of eighty left. Our shit's fucked up like Zevon, They can't make the shuttles fast enough. (And all the launchpads anyway are all just rotten wood and dust) So sell us some escape or just evict us like the birds, So we can jump the fence, run down the street, Get the fuck on outta here. I was born in a leafy town, With big old pine trees all around, And massive houses all around, And roads as wide as roads could ever be. I thought that I was in the place that I would die, I thought that I was free.

He's a man of the law. He's been here before and he'll be here long after you're gone. I walked with him so long through the desert heat. We never found water. But I, I have seen what he does. I have seen what he does. A calculus or madstone is all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. A calculus or madstone's all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. I stepped out of Texas many years ago, But I can still feel the sun. And if you listen, you can hear the dogs barking. And the birds, the birds, the birds are laughing. A calculus or madstone is all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. A calculus or madstone's all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. For the love of God, quit your job and run back to your family. Your house is on fire. The chief of police is wearing a knowing smile. Is that sand underfoot? A calculus or madstone is all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. A calculus or madstone's all that he takes. It's all you've got to offer. A calculus or madstone. A calculus or madstone. It's all you've got to offer.

There's us, shatter-faced and dopey-eyed. We wear this coal dust like it's feather-light. There's you, you're right, there's no such thing as sterner stuff, but now, Some nights, we were made of sterner stuff and -- Come swinging, get those dukes up. Those jaws are always open. No well-wishes, and no good luck. This city eats its young at heart. Come swinging, get those dukes up. Those jaws are always open. No well-wishes, and no good luck. This city eats its young at heart. You slant too strangely to describe. We made our crusts on just such hopeless fights. Mike looks like an arsehole, but his fists, they pay the rent, so Sometimes, we are made of sterner stuff and -- All the shit we've done is just cooked into the concrete, and All the shit we've done, it won't save us, it won't do a thing. All the shit we've done is just baked into the concrete, and All the shit we've done, it won't save us, it won't do a thing. All the shit we've done, all the shit we've done, It won't save us. It won't do a thing.

From up here, From this view, All I can see is orange and blue. I'm not sure that this ship was ever meant to fly. It's sitting heavy in the air and we're losing ground. Panic get out of my head now, Just let me keep my mind. I don't think we're gonna make it out of orbit This time. This seemed like such a sure thing. In retrospect, I dunno why. And I'm no longer certain which came first, The shuttle or the fire. This may be the last time, I know it's not the first time That anybody's said that But now the waves are rushing up. They're rushing up and we're out of time. Lights are down. Engines, too. All I see is orange and blue. I don't think that this ship was ever meant to land, So save your breath. I'm no longer certain which came first, The shuttle or the fire. And I'm no longer certain what comes next.

Spoiling food spells spoiling health, But you're hungry now so you eat yourself. You're hungry now so you eat yourself. A hundred kings 'round an empty hill, Where the cattle ran and they're roaming still. Well we got nothing left to shill. Heaven sent Hell Well the hand pulls in and bites itself, Well the hand pulls in and bites itself, Well the hand pulls in and bites itself. Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry. Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry. Spoiling food spells spoiling health, But you're hungry now so you eat yourself. You're hungry now so you eat yourself. A hundred kings 'round an empty hill, Where the cattle ran and they're roaming still. Well we got nothing left to shill. Heaven sent Hell Well the hand pulls in and bites itself, Well the hand pulls in and bites itself, Well the hand pulls in and bites itself. (A hundred thousand of the galaxy's most impressive apes couldn't come up with a plan. Spit the god-damn tail out of your mouth, that's not how this thing works, man.) Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry. Old mate's gone, he's gone ouroboros, awry. Those hungry minds need feeding. Those hungry mouths need feeding. Them hungry minds need feeding. So hungry now, well eat yourself.

The fields are barren. Ain't much to do but drink and starve. But the air is charged. Call me Henry Fondathebottle and y'know, That I will live up to my name. Take a walk. You got the moths in your pockets for company. Well, that's good company. I might be at the bottom of a bottle but god I'm still alive. I might be at the bottom of a bottle but god, the night's alive. And oh, the drunk is on. And oh, it's a beautiful night. And oh, it's a beautiful night. It comes on like a poison, We ain't no wind-up toys, man, I dunno how, I dunno how, I dunno how we could go so wrong. And I don't know what's human, But we are definitely human, Blood and muscle, blood and muscle, heart and soul, man, a little bit of brains. Now the sky is calling, now, Listen careful, listen careful, Can you hear it calling out our names? It's a beautiful night. And they will try to hold ya, Oh man they'll try to hold ya, But fuck the mother-, fuck the mother-, fuck the mother-, motherfuckers, oh. And I don't know what's human, But we are definitely human, Blood and muscle, blood and muscle, heart and soul, and a little bit of brains. Now the sky is calling, now, Can you hear it? Can you hear it? Can you hear it calling out our names?

You should meet the guy who thinks that every film's a documentary. He thinks that heroes fill the skies and monsters fill the valley. And we've survived a thousand alien invasions, And we've fought back the advances of the sea. He knows that monsters might be real but they're not so strong as you and me. You know real life can be as boring as fuck. Well, historical dramas are for old people And reality TV sucks. So sometimes I doubt the intentions of the human spirit. And even if they're good we'll only hear it for a day or two or three. I was talking to the guy who says that every film's a documentary. He says the good guys always win because of narrative causality. And I can't even tell if he's lying, Let alone if he's wrong or if he's right. Or if reality and misery are meant to make the hell of it all right. You know real life can be as boring as fuck. Well these historical dramas are for old people And reality TV sucks. So sometimes I doubt the triumph of the human spirit. And if such a thing exists we'll only hear it for a day or two or three. You know real life can be as boring as fuck. Well, historical dramas are for old people And reality TV sucks. So sometimes I doubt the triumph of the human spirit. And if such a thing exists we'll only hear it for a day or two or three.