KING CRIMSON: Vrooom (1994)

1. Vrooom
2. Sex Sleep Eat Drink Dream
3. Cage
4. Thrak
5. When I Say Stop, Continue
6. One Time

VROOOM

(Instrumental)

SEX SLEEP EAT DRINK DREAM

Sex sleep eat drink dream

primal tribal apple egg vegetable eel

I have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel

Private velvet animal oldsmobile mind

I'm sitting in the fireplace burning up my time

Private velvet animal empty T.V.

they're fishing in the kitchen

but they haven't caught up to me

Primal tribal chemical digital night

I've got to get dressed to go out of my mind

Sex sleep eat drink dream

CAGE
Walking down the street do you stare at your feet and never do you let your eyes meet the freaks, The deadbeat addicts,
social fanatics, they're a dime a dozen and they carry guns

Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke, somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the USA

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages

What in the world is happening to the world?

What in the world?

Driving in your Mercades you think you're safe, but you're never safe in a world of hate with criminal minds with guns and
knives who say "gimme your ride or give your life"

Halloween, every other day of the week
Living in a cage in the USA
Living in a cage in the USA
Holy smoke, somebody blew up the pope
Living in a cage in the USA

All around us the rules are changing
Taller walls and stronger cages
Nothing is sacred or too outrageous
Taller walls and stronger cages

What in the world is happening to the world?
What in the world?

THRAK

(Instrumental)

WHEN I SAY STOP, CONTINUE

(Instrumental)

ONE TIME

One eye goes laughing,

one eye goes crying

through the trials and trying of one life

one hand is tied,

one step gets behind

in one breath we're dying

I've been waiting for the sun to come up

waiting for the showers to stop

waiting for the penny to drop

one time

And I've been standing in a cloud of plans

standing on the shifting sands

hoping for an open hand

one time