Talitha Cumi had the time of her life Thrashing away to the sounds of The Lathe Of Doom In the repurposed machine shop Hertis Rote flew in from the coast Sampled the wares, drank from the tap, and- Snaked all your friends in a bid to fit in ♪ Just to know that in theory You can hear me, though in fact you don't Is all I need Oaker Ruiksleg in the triumphal car Appreciating the beauty of outsider art While his sycophants burn in a lithium fire Sugar Mountain was imagining a space Sending a link of aesthetic graves To his array of disappointing nephews Wouldn't you rather wipe the sweat from your brow Than have them knock it off? ♪ Just to know that in theory You can hear me, though in fact you don't Is all I need ♪ Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creator Enriching our lives, wasting away, oh, such a shame Let's tip the creator ♪ Let's tip the creator All of our lives, wasting away, oh, such a shame Let's tip the creator ♪ Let's tip the creator Let's tip the creator