a remote control to change the time oh dear    a summerhouse on the moon    they say it's nice there this time of year    you've got a licence to love    but all you want to do is kill honey    don't you think    that death is the cheapest of thrills    it's time to leave it all behind    is it the pressure that grounds you    seams that you're losing you're stile    all of the people around you    begging please if you don't mind    you could do us all a favour    commit a suicide    an electronic pussy if you please    if she only deserves you    a technological wonder always pleased    always ready to serve you