Lyrics

I can treat you to visits to coastal pillboxes 
I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And I am the one who stamps on all ages
From sixteen to forty, over and under
I'm monolithic, and the black ice on the corner 

Hiss, hiss, hiss 
Hiss, hiss, hiss 
Hiss, hiss, hiss 
Hiss, hiss, hiss 

As all is as one, as all damp on all stone
I hold all time and can induce at once
Jet trains, lead paint, stamps on border forms
Misread Easter Island, put butter on plague style 
Spin complete revolutions and not bat an eyelid
And alter tree-rings so that what you are after
You will not ever find with a surfeit of lumber
And make you imagine from hunger
Bread trees spinning, dripping with butter
Just six inches higher than your upstretched middle finger

History of the ...
Hiss, hiss, hiss
Hiss, hiss, hiss

I place minute dust in your microchip vessels
For daring to think all science is immortal
I am the one who'll strike you down at once
For stretching time bracket, and assuming that what is can be maladjusted
A rigid adoption Of codes you had concocted
I can treat you to visits of coastal pillboxes
And show you all hideous microscope thingies
And Hovis set-up in London's psoriasis 

Stockings, jokings, 1780s

History of the wo ...

I like to delve in destruction, lust and debauches
And I am the one who stamps on all ages
From sixteen to forty, over and under

History of the world