Hawkwind - Heads lyrics

[Hawkwind - Heads lyrics]

Our limit's of the infinite
Have never been defined
Spirit lies in atrophy in a
State too late to unwind
Trophies on the back shelf
Procreating all our race
Ideals of our fantasies on which
All things are based
Collecting every prospect
Run them through your texts
With Mallachian expressions they end
Up like the rest
In glass booths they're wired with
Needles in their flesh
Pickled for posterity and eternally refreshed
So link yourself to others
Talk yourself to sleep
It's all so superficial
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep
No use for you to weep

So place your trust in science for
It has come so far
Where necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Where necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar
Necromancy lives forever preserved
Within a jar

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