Well I want to return to my sender

Well I want to return

There is so many that I can't remember

But there's so much to choose



We are laying the tracks for the company

Across all space and all time

Any insinkerator will remind you

What can happen to you



There's a billboard as high as a mountain

Neon lights up the hill

Cast no shadow and leave no traces

We are grist for the mill



Hold me control me into the arms we fall

Sugar the future sale of the century



Trying to turn the world around

Trying to turn the world around

I've come to turn your world around.