Youre a smooth talker With eyes like lightning And the radio women All sing like our mother Put away the hairbrush You may be onto something you dont know I read it in the tabloids At a truck stop in a thunderstorm Youre an escape artist In the bathroom mirror And the autograph seekers Youve imagined outside the door Yes, wed love a statement Is it true youre now escaping your room? From the light out in the basement We knew that thered be trouble coming soon Intuition Mathematics Invisible audience Ten hit records Listen through your tin can as the rope cuts circulation to your tune I fashion myself after you from my suicide that left them puzzled The greatest songs Ill never hear from a band you started in your mind Leave us hanging on your legend as you exit through the tape recorder Reel to reel Reel to reel Reel to reel
reel, hairbrush, mathematics, circulation, recorder