25th Floor

[Verse 1]

We explore the men's room

We don’t give a shit

Ladies' lost electricity

Take vows inside of it

[Chorus]

Desire to dance

Too startled to try

Wrap my legs 'round you

Starting to fly, let's explore

Up there, up there, up there

On the twenty-fifth floor

[Verse 2]

Circle all around me

Coming for the kill

Kill, kill, oh, kill me baby

Like a kamikaze

Heading for a spill

Oh, but it's all spilt milk to me

[Chorus]

Desire to dance

Too startled to try

Wrap my legs round you

Starting to fly, let's soar

Up there, up there, up there

On the twenty-fifth floor

[Guitar Solo]

[Verse 3]

We do not eat flower or creation

We do not eat, eat anything at all

Love is, love was, love is a manifestation

I'm waiting for a contact to call

Love's war, love's cruel, love's pretty

Love's pretty cruel tonight

I'm waiting here to refuel

I'm gonna make contact tonight

[Chorus 2]

Blood in my heart, night to exploit

Twenty-five stories over Detroit

And there's more

Up there, up there, up there

[Bridge]

Stoned in space, Zeus, Christ

It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be

Within the context of neo-rock (I feel it's swirling around me)

We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke which man calls order (I feel it, feeling no pain)

(I'm waiting above for you baby)

Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man to reform and transform waste (I know that I'll see you up there)

The transformation of waste (I know that and you talk backwards)

The transformation of waste (On boundaries over this world)

The transformation of waste (I'm waiting above in the sky, dear)

The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man

Man being the chose alloy, he must be reconnected via shit, at all cost Inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist to create from the clay of man and re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft and then solid gold

All must not be art

Some art, we must disintegrate