Useful Machine

Perched atop the shoulders of a stepfather Frozen rocks floating in a glass of pink lemonade Ominous, I think the writing's in the room I give up on understanding anything And I watched him grow wings And tear apart the fabric and the scenery between He ached to be a useful machine He ached to be a useful machine Do you know what I mean? Button up, it's time to put your blazers on Glamorous, it sizzles like the pavement on bare feet Hit me up whenever you are back in town again 'Cause he gave up on believing in anything, yeah, yeah And I watched him grow wings And tear apart the fabric and the scenery between He ached to be a useful machine He ached to be a useful machine Do you know what I mean? And I heard a heathen sing And dance upon the balconies of palaces unseen He ached to be a useful machine He ached to be a useful machine Do you know what I mean?