Found On: Angels .. Conspiracy .. Big Questions

And it's no good saying you're in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible
red-haired girls

You don't look like the spokesman for a generation to me
I've got a postage stamp here for what you know of Philosophy.
You're like Thomas Hobbes:
Nasty
Brutish
And Short

He's drawing back the curtain, it's a brand new day
There's rubble on the carpet, 'coz his friends came to stay
I'm over on the carpet, 10 years on other peoples' floors
And you learn a little something
You learn a little something that you can't ignore

And it's no good telling me you're still in love with the modern world
When those streets are all filled with those impossible red-haired
Impossible red, red, red-haired girls

Whip i on, Jim.

You betcha'

Watch that spaceman drive that car
Where he's going ain't too far

And Rebecca wants her bike back