Lyrics: Pinback. Nautical Antiques. Byzantine.

Spin my dradle and I will split your atom
spin the bottle and I will play assassin

never sure to go for we fear the empire (the empire)
never sure to go for we fear the empire (the empire)

oh-oh-oh-oh...

bare medals crumble on
well I'm waiting for the sun to go out

(it won't fear)
tripping like a sunday
stand up at my doorstep (ain't no fear)
clowning like a fig and
wearing down a bore's head
I will not to help you
I will not to wake up (ain't no fear)
I will not to fast you
if you're not in close up

you can help me figure out this time
figure out this time

never sure to go for we fear the empire (the empire)
never sure to go for we fear the empire (the empire)