Patti Smith - 25Th Floor Lyrics

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We explore the men's room

We don't give a shit

Ladies lost electricity

Take vows inside of it

Desire to dance too startled to try

Wrap my legs 'round you starting to fly

Let's explore

Up there up there up there on the twenty-fifth floor

Circle all around me

Coming for the kill kill kill oh kill me baby

Like a kamikaze heading for a spill

Oh but it's all split milk to me

Desire to dance too startled to try

Wrap my legs 'round you starting to fly

Let's soar

Up there up there up there on the twenty-fifth floor

We do not eat flower of creation

We do not eat eat anything at all

Love is love was love is a manifestation

I'm waiting for a contact to call

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Love's war love's cruel

Love's pretty love's pretty cruel tonight

I'm waiting here to refuel

I'm gonna make contact tonight

Love in my heart the night to exploit

Twenty-five stories over detroit

And there's more

Up there up there up there

Stoned in space

Zeus christ

It has always been rock and so it is and so it shall be

Within the context of neo rock

(i feel it swirling around me)

We must open up our eyes and seize and rend the veil of smoke

(i feel it feeling no pain)

Which man calls order

(i'm waiting above for you baby)

Pollution is a necessary result of the inability of man

(i know that i'll see you up there)

To reform and transform waste

The transformation of waste

(i'm floating in a door backward)

(on boundaries over this world)

The transformation of waste

(i'm waiting above in the sky dear)

The transformation of waste

(upon a [incomprehensible])

The transformation of waste is perhaps the oldest pre-occupation of man

([incomprehensible])

Man being the chosen alloy he must be reconnected via shit

([incomprehensible])

At all cost inherent within us is the dream of the task of the alchemist

([incomprehensible])

To create from the clay of man

([incomprehensible])

And to re-create from excretion of man pure and then soft

And then solid gold

All must not be art some art we must disintegrate

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