Weatherman - Machines Of Loving Grace

Get off

The streets rise from the pressure and burst out laughing «get off»

Where the cops all wear leatherized amphetamine stares

Bleed, kid

Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it’s going to explode, you say

Bleed, kid

Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it’s all wired, it’s all wired

Weatherman

You think it over

You’ve got a moment’s respite

Weatherman

Get it over

Infiltrate, you’re inside

There was a film, there was a nightmare

Cielo Drive up on the right there

Some people say the weather’s no different from what we had yesterday

But there’s a house on the hill where the children all kill

Their playthings and plant them like barrels of toxic hatred

Bleed, kid

Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it’s going to explode, I say

Bleed, kid

Get off the street, kid, everybody knows it’s all wired, it’s all wired

Weatherman

You get it over

We penetrate your disguise

Weatherman

Get it over

Twist the fork in the spine

Bleed, kid

Get off the street, kid

Weatherman

You’re taking over

Weatherman

Get it over