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