Alien Hand Syndrome Batty Street Lodger lyrics

Oh, it´s all fine,
no it´s a curse but it´s always been mine
since the birth of the universe
Stroke this tired hand
Oh, what a rush to be diving your eyes,
the last cave of gravity ...

Go on, you´re fun, you´re so fun
I wish you would have been there
all the times when I was young,
when I really should have been
consequent and slowly choosing the right options,
taking smaller amounts,
avoiding open fires
Now the recipe is lost,
the recipe starved us with smaller amounts
so nothing would slip from our reach

Oh it´s all fine
no it´s a curse but it´s always been mine
since the birth of the universe

Stroke these weary hands,
beware of the history they bear
Oh all the kidneys they sucker-punched!

I´m just a silly boy,
a silly boy with giant demands
Just a silly boy,
a silly boy with silly boy plans

I´m just a silly boy,
a silly boy with giant demands
Just a silly boy,
a silly boy with silly boy plans

So storm the palais!
Route the brigades!
Tell ´em I won´t back down ...
until they drop that stump blade on me!