Za's Stair - Litmus Monday Lyrics

The beat-strong Pete DeVito
Is screwing-up our lives
Ivanna waits but he don't
Check his watch tonight

With umber-pale tumblers
Held up to the light
In small but ardent numbers
Gathered close and tight

When Hiathus Hawke came through
His personal Waterloo
A broadcasting menace
His visions were smooth and blue
Included a prince or two
Thumbin' their nose
But those braless babes in turbans
Their company he is earning
Without a hint of invention
Without a reason why

And if her name is Penny
Her puppeteers are many
Repulsive and aplenty
In rafters holding many
In rafters holding many