Deadbeat Lyrics

6pm Deadbeat

Deadbeat and so airsick,
without moving out of my faultless apartment.

Desiring to jump on the wagon,
like those big smiles with legs that I hate.

Since ivory affairs
we started to shiver.
I wonder whose intelligence is artificial,

while I go over my crashes.

If only this could be the chance
to find the hand that fits with mine.
Mechanical creations made
to find the hand that fits with mine.