I ride wrecking machines, Wrecking machines Through history and the pressure Sprawled out and living asleep And living asleep through history and the pressure It's more like heaven The trash is on display It's more like heaven The trash is on display I thought i'd fly like crazy Over all the spaces Sprawled out And you crawl back down Typewriters never extinct, And never extinct Alive and dead in the pressure Angels plastic and cheap, And plastic and cheap In your sleeve on your shoulder It's more like heaven The trash is on display It's more like heaven The trash is on display I thought i'd fly like crazy Over all the spaces Sprawled out And you crawl back down Sprawled out And you crawl back down