Handicapped Hearts

Just to think of the combinations

How millions of things must go right

Forces me to reflect on the implications

How two could set sight

Unparalleled foes

Our cold weary souls

Must be crazy as flies to have thought

Each one has sought

To be more than a nice teletype

Talk to friends

Talk to slaves

Talk to scientists with greedy dishes

'Cause it's not their fault

They're using defective parts

To fix handicapped hearts

They're using defective parts

Well, we had it in our heads

That the old days were somehow

More moral, therefore had less sin

And somehow that thinking's

Stricken with the feeling guilty

That we're not like them

I'm not sure that they're wrong

All around us

Balding heads

Perfecting illusions

Pretending their friends

We could call it a day

Dismiss it away

We could trample it

Squall in our DNA

It's not our fault

We're using defective parts

To fix handicapped hearts

We're using defective parts

To fix handicapped hearts

To fix handicapped hearts