Wire Boiling Boy Lyrics

Boiling Boy Lyrics

Gifts of the west winds Dark and deep In secret sunset Places creep Lock up your
hats Lock up your hats Progress with a vision To practice with at home A schism
with an ism To practice with at home A collision with decision To practice with
at home He transfered his soul To his imagination His atoms were excited And he
glowed in the dark The boiling boy Was a picture of confusion But he had the
advantage Of a cold start heart