a remote control to change the time oh dear
a summerhouse on the moon
they say it's nice there this time of year
you've got a licence to love
but all you want to do is kill honey
don't you think
that death is the cheapest of thrills
it's time to leave it all behind
is it the pressure that grounds you
seams that you're losing you're stile
all of the people around you
begging please if you don't mind
you could do us all a favour
commit a suicide
an electronic pussy if you please
if she only deserves you
a technological wonder always pleased
always ready to serve you