In Record Shape - Idiot Pilot

Call it what you will

If pressed and pressed again

Then something surely spills

Who cleans and who forgets?

It’s hard to tell if I am well

These spinning lights are disco hell

It’s not an axe you have to lift

It’s not a load that you can split

It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift

It’s not an axe you have to lift

It’s not a load that you can split

It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift

Pressure combusting

Aligned in redded growth

We’ll choke, we’ll choke

My teeth are nothing

More than shreds of bone

One __ will drain the blood

From you eyes

It’s hard to tell if I am well

These spinning lights are disco hell

It’s not an axe you have to lift

It’s not a load that you can split

It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift

It’s not an axe you have to lift

It’s not a load that you can split

It’s not an axe you have to lift to lift to lift

Keep myself in record shape