I've known it all along, like the bone under my skin
Like actors in a photograph, like paper in the wind
There's a hammer by the window
There's a knife on the floor
Like turbines in darkness
Like the blood on my door
It's a Genera-tor...
When words won't come out, let Dr. Graffin speak.
There's a place where everyone can be happy
It's the most beautiful place in the whole effing world
It's made of candy canes and planes and bright red choo-choo trains
And the meanest little boys and the most innocent little girls
And you know I wish that I could go there
It's a road that I have not found
And I wish you the best of luck, dear
Drop a card or a letter to my side of town
'Cause there's no time for fussing and fighting my friend
But baby I'm amazed at the hate that you can send and
You... painted my entire world, but
I... Don't have the turpentine to clean what you have soiled
And I won't forget it
