i'm riding in a car

driven by a man

whose stomach doesn't fit behind the wheel

we're on a motorway

or in a mountain desert

he really doesn't know how i feel

silver pile on pink skyscraper

silver pylons pink skyscraper

nothing here is real

we're spinning round the corner

i'm thinking life is crazy

a thousand silver pylons in a field

them rising up beside them

a beautiful skyscraper

so giant pink and shiny don't look real

silver pile on pink skyscraper

silver pylon pink skyscraper

nothing here is real

speeding through the landscapes

i feel the press of leather

like being on tv or in a film

but people live and die here

have bloody happy endings

can someone human size me

tell me how they feel

silver pile on pink skyscraper

silver pylons pink skyscraper

nothing here is real