"Hey Fredrick" lyrics

Either go away or go all the way in
Look at what you hold
Come back down on a spear of silence
When it flies, you go on through
You come on through the ridiculous no, oh no

One more pair of loving eyes look down on you
Sheets and a pillow
How old will you have to be before you stop your believing
That those eyes will look down on you that way forever?

There you sit, mouth wide open, animals nipping at your sides
On wire wheels, the four stroke man opens wide
The marching sound, the constant ride
In the casket is mine, all mine

One more pair of wire wheels bear down on you
Gear stripping the willow
How many machine men will you see before you stop your believing
That speed will slide down on you like brakes in bad weather?