just a case of your mechanics, boy
one more wrench and over the hill
a change of your emotion gauge
one more go on the precision drill
and you say it’s well understood
well understood
that you’ll be coming up trumps
and you walk into a crowded room
say, see me walk, see me walk
just like a bull in a china shop
talking in gibberish
just like a bull in a china shop
dead to the language
and I know you try
but trying’s not enough
just like a bull in a china shop
dead to the world
hoist you up towards the ceiling, boy
layers of rust and everything leaks
your horn goes inappropriately
wipe your eyes of all you’ve ever seen
seems to filter right up through your feet
and seep out your skin
and through your open pores
and you walk into an empty room
say, see me walk, see me walk
just like a bull in a china shop
talking in gibberish
just like a bull in a china shop
dead to the language
and I know you try
but trying’s not enough
just like a bull in a china shop
dead to the world
see me walk