Maniacs by Thin Lear Lyrics

If the future is plain to you
The present is tasteless, too
If you're on your back again
That’s all right

If you're hooked on a fishing rod
Throwing out hands to God
He won't take you back again
That’s all right

Don't be afraid of new ideas

We can break your bones
‘Til the last survives
We can wheel you home
You'll be new; you'll be fine

The touch that you needed then
A love you could comprehend
But you're at your screen again
And that's all right
Don't be afraid of new ideas

We can break your bones
‘Til the last survives
We can wheel you home
You'll be new; you’ll be fine