In the Tank Songtext
von Hash Redactor

On the bus
Face pressed to glass
I can hardly contain
My excitement for my task
It′s after hours
I unlock the doors
I measure dixies
And waggle our lords
We need to stretch
The limits of time
They were promised a journey
To the center of the mind
The waters greet them
Salty, warm, and kind
I close the hatch
And then they're mine
Isn′t it bad in the end?
Heat of fire till reason
Makes suck of meat
Attached to a bowel We make bliss so crystalline
Cleaning vomit and piss
Such a usual chore
But tonight
Tonight there'll be so much more
Only took four hours
To finally reach a boil
Scraping skin from the walls
Amounts to little toil
Isn't it bad in the end?
Listen and think again
Not that bad
Not those two
Small and cute
Isn′t it bad in the end?
Not that bad
Just those two
It′s too bad
And that's who knows