Generator
Gurewitz / Brett Gurewitz
Like a rock, like a planet
Like a fucking atom bomb
I'll remain unperturbed by the joy and the madness
That I encounter everywhere I turn
I've seen it all along
In books and magazines
Like a twitch before dying
Like a pornographic scene
There's a flower behind the window
There's an ugly laughing man
Like a hummingbird in silence
Like the blood on my door
It's the generator
Oh, yeah, oh, yeah, like the blood on my door
Wash me clean and I will run until I reach the shore
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 the generator