Of course there was more
In spite of all the recent sufferings
It’s blurred, we’ll go out

Machine operator
Can you swing the weight
Across the concrete lake
You’re holding on
The ball that wrecks this industry
Ignoring private capital

And you’re quite a bore
Hanging out in taverns
Thick with all who ignore you

Clean operator
Can you swing a date
Can you fill your plate?

We’re drinking now
The man who killed the cinema
He opened up his Arctic arms
Gone

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Words & music by Hofmann / Kiley / Zell