We have a random on the west side   Personality malfunction   He says, "I can't give you anything at all   Just a room with a bad view of you"      He sent a letter to a downstat   Saying sorry that I missed you   But I can't think of anything to do   He's addicted to the time track      We have a technical   We have a technical      He's in a hotel where they all go   Saying, "Boy, I've lost my memory"   It's so surprising just how quickly things can end   Like a hero on a platform of friends      This table is so crowded   With people that I don't know   And I never really turn my thoughts on you   So the image breaks down again      We have a technical   We have a technical      I suppose it's very shady   At least until the lights go out   Advertising posters on the wall   And the young boys singing softly      Do they ever come back   Or is it always at the wrong time?   I could crawl around the floor just like I'm real   And move a hand in front of my eyes      We have a technical   We have a technical   We have a technical   We have a technical