Put It on the Air - Gazpacho

Can we train our mice to spin the big wheels

Polish swords and beat their wives

Scare them to death on their ship of fools

Every day of their lives

Be the sum of all their fears

In this ever changing maze

Let them count teeth through

Our electric cage

Can we train our dogs to bite reality

Eat the world when they smell its fear

Create a dimension of make believe

And put it on the air

Can we kill their tired years

Keep them staring at this flame

To feed our jukebox God

When we’re out of change

Suspended in emergency silence

Her heart pounding not to give up on his life

Waiting in Trauma for her baby brother

A random pattern

Buzzards circling a lie

Are you afraid to live it all again?

Can we train our minds to spin their big wheels

Polish swords and beat our wives

Be angry and cold can we do it at all

Every day of our lives

When this lap dance comes too near

With its dirty little game

Now we’ve seen her tears

Can we buy her shame?

Suspected he’s in fingerprint silence

The man at the door said he put up a fight

This key is electric and the cage is murder

You know we’ve been through this a million times

And go on believing everything is all right

Survival in this grief stricken violence

Where hatred is a sanctuary and love is a cause

Wailing your innocence as the guilty cry louder

You’re turning a blind eye though you know it’s not right

It’s not right

Can we place the guilt of our disasters

On cosmic signs in suns and moons?

When the dots are connected will it ease their minds

Our horoscopes don’t lose