Hydra-headed thoughts
Are making my eyes cross
All these spheres, hypo-thetical
(Digital)
Geodesic domes, resembling chromo-somes
I moved into a dymaxion
(Dwelling machine)
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
See us turning into stones
(Now they're all gone, the dos and don'ts)
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
And weep
Venture into polyphasic sleep
Icosahe-dron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trim -tab
I'm a man of the future
Feed into my picture
All this timе, to configurate
(Draw figure eights)
Oh no, storm is coming
You'rе only beco- - -ming
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
See us turning into stones
(No one confronts the dos and don'ts)
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
And weep
Venture into polyphasic sleep
Icosahe-dron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trim -tab
And we keep inventing jobs
(And we keep on righting wrongs)
I can do it too, but
Not today, not today, not today
How I love to put it off
How I love to be taken care of
I'm set, if you could only take the first step
Icosahe-dron
I don't need to rest
Have to do my best
Call me Trim -tab