His organ sounds like clouds brushing against the moon 
on an ice crusted midnight,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts,
His synthesizer sails galactic landscapes, from New 
York to ancient Rome in an hour
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts,
His voice softens the squall of deaths imminence of 
when he sings oh it rains tropical colors 
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts
But when I hear that music all the world is holy and 
it’s good hey hey he--y, and no one sings the sanitary 
blues
His harps hover like moths in the atmosphere I feel 
like rushing through tall grasslands.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts
His boom box blares classics never written, the songs 
singers never had time to make up,
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts
But when I hear that music all the animals in my heart 
roar hey hey he-y, and no one sings the sanitary blues. 
Nobody noticed that the waitress was on fire. She 
screamed and threw herself on the ground. The customers 
just kept to themselves, reading the morning paper with 
coffee, everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone. 
The portraits on the walls started to sweat and moan 
everyone one one one wa-one one one everyone.
I was trying to enjoy a cappuccino over the agonizing 
howl so I hid inside a newspaper headline. It said 
“Mission Accomplished” the man in the flight suit 
twitched and went (everyone one one one wa-one one one 
everyone) home with a brunette in the crowd. 
His Space Echo seethes undiscovered colors lets repaint 
this architecture.
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts everything 
it hurts everything it hurts
His violins sound like crickets shrieking at the sun on 
a summer afternoon. 
But everything it hurts every thing it hurts