With my four-legged heart
Of knowledge I stand
My silver-hammer-platform,
Illusion of sun's ever being near,
    Hear my whistle-struggle
    Through a full-fed mind:

Signs of sticky holiness
I've born a baby, old, unreal;
Weaving morning-songs:
`Let's go - see - sun
On my dreaming pillow-loom.'
    Break that room - smash that loom!
    Break that room - smash that loom!

With my four-legged heart
Of knowledge I stand
My silver-hammer-platform,
illusion of sun's ever being near,
    Hear my whistle-struggle
    Through a full-fed mind:

Signs of sticky holiness
I've acted like a saint, unreal
Violating violence
In flames of sanity peace,
O my stolen firewood-flames.
        Break that room - smash that gloom!
        Break that room - smash that gloom!

I want to break that loom!
I want to smash that gloom!
Leave that room - here I loom,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah;
Hoping it's not a new balloon
Here I loom - here I loom
Goodbye gloom.

With my four-legged heart
Of knowledge I stand
My silver-hammer-platform,
illusion of sun's ever being near,
    Hear my whistle-struggle
    Through a full-fed mind:

Signs of sticky loneliness
I see it and I feel it to
Wasn't it time for me and you
To have a fearless peace
Baby bite my cheese!

I want to break that loom!
I want to smash that gloom!
Leave that room - here I loom,
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah;
Hoping it's not a new balloon
Here I loom - here I loom
Goodbye gloom.

With my four-legged heart
Of knowledge I stand
My silver-hammer-platform,
illusion of sun's ever being near,
    Hear my whistle-struggle
    Through a full-fed mind