I Went Over the Edge of the World

Ohh, the hymns of angels

Suffer over the stench of the twenty first century

Nothing is black or white

Or devoid of industryThe face of monotony, the litany of popular culture

I face the microphone and fumble in my pockets for a change

A break from the deranged world of [Incomprehensible]

Plotting out the death of artAnd I went over the edge of the world

I felt the sting of all it's words

I sang the song of elves and birdsI saw you in my rear view shades

And drank from pools of night time cafes

I stopped over just to finish up