Nick Zazove - The High lyrics

Total Recall EMG
I'm crawling over iron lungs
To reach the apex grinning smirks
Away until it's perfect bliss
Curb the cursed kamikaze curtains
Closed till New Years
Like a canopy belying Guns
N Roses over anarchy
Convulsing on the bassinet hooked
To the 2D scroller
And shook in a boozy muller with
Cruets from the quilted cauldron
Rainbow-shoe shiner two-bit fulcrum
Golden doldrums
Oil rig, stethoscope, any salvaged tugboat
Imposed in postal jurisprudence sowed
With tonal scythes
Soaking social coma slogans out a
Modem stroked by night
Ask the hoaxist locum smokin' dope
With Scissorhands to vulture
Those who strung their throats on
Juju Necklace Harmonia dulcet
A Pullman skidding, strobes flickering
Home to fritzy oakum a cult hit by a silver
Bullet labored from Malgudi-
Boogie teleprinter, extrasensor theater
Roll death duty
Gucci flatlands so I brood over
Bucolic tides to proof me
I'm stuck inside the TV-pry the
Looseleaf from the mouflon-
Chewing looseleaf wires chipped inside
The cooky two-piece nuance
Big Brother's a bitch
Who knew his snout could write the sequel
To a tragicomic romance flipping
Weevils through it's equal:
A mimeo of keystone ego-death
Defiers zeroed into
One strand of nothing buoyed into
His suit of diamonds
His axe will sharpen knives as paint
Will brush the lives of Titans
Grinding fork-tongues into caviar then
Shitting on the climate
My journey starts from middle ground
Where techies swarm the dynamo
And trivial uprisings fueled the carbon
When the tides awoke
Oh well, finance never gallivants it's climax
I'd rather sleep adjacent to the grain
To slash the price tag