Ache hour credo strangled planet

I have to wear my helmet to the strangled planet I don t want to go I don t want to go It s never what you are, it s what you wear In the tangled carcass of the billboard monkey I don t want to go But when I do I have to wear my brand new helmet Everybody s happy when everyone s gathered at the sundial Everyone s afraid to make friends God knows there isn t time Where have I been Drunk of the glare of my skinny tim sin zoltan zoltan In folding human hope I wrote the final earthling joke: Waiter, there