SHAKING ON A STRING - Whitey

Wakes up

A machine

Starting up

He

Stands up

Exhausted from his dreams

Broken up

Can’t

Start up

A world with normal things

Meaning nothing

He

Wakes up

Coiled like a spring

Twisted up

And he cannot

Attract attention

'Cause it will leave

Him too wound up

And that

Kind of frustration

Is too much

It’s too much

So look

Don’t touch

Look at the machine

Burning up

So

Distraught

He’s shaking on a string

Breaking up

But who’s

Pulling on the strings?

Why make a machine

Designed for nothing?

Yeah, why

Start up a machine?

Tell it what it needs

And send it down a dead end road?

Send it down a dead end road?

Send it down a dead end road?

Send it down a dead end road?