Letter From Belgium

Martin calls to say he's sending old electrical equipment That's good we can always use some more electrical equipment In the cold clear light of day down here Everyone's a monster That's cool with all of us We've been past the point of help since early April Susan and her notebook Freehand drawings of Lon Chaney Blueprints for geodesic domes Recipes for cake Yeah we're all here Chewing our tongues off Waiting for the fever to break When we walk out in the sunlight We tell everyone we know it hurts our eyes When the real reason we don't like it Is that it makes us wonder if we're dying And Martin's found an old trunk Full of stage makeup in the basement And he's sending it along We can always use more makeup Yeah more creams and powders And Carrie's got the feeling That the people next door Will close in like a wolf pack Should we make one small mistake Yeah we're all here Chewing our tongues off Waiting for the fever to break