Well you sure didn't look like you were having any fun,
with that heavy-metal gaze they'll have to measure in tons.
And when you look up at the sky,
all you see are zeros,
and all you see are zeros and ones.

You took my hand and led me down to watch a kewpie doll parade,
And we let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade.
It's not that I just didn't care, I must admit I was afraid.
And I'm awfully glad my finger's resting gently on the masterfade.

The masterfade,
I coulda played along.
The masterfade,
I coulda played Mah Jongg,
but it just takes too long,
and I just can't remember
which way the east wind blows?
Does it matter?
If we're all matter,
what's it matter?
Does it matter,
if we're all matter when we're done
when the sky is full of zeros and ones?

I saw you standing all alone in the electrostatic rain.
I thought at last I'd found a situation you can't explain.
With GPS you know it's all just a matter of degrees.
Your happiness won't find you underneath that canopy of trees.

If the green grass is 6, and the soybeans are 7,
the junebugs are 8, the weeds and thistles are 11.
And if the 1s just hold thier place, the 0s make a smiley face
when they come floating down from the heavens.

You took my hand and lead me down to watch a papillon parade.
We let the kittens lick our hair and drank our chalky lemonade.
You squeezed my hand and told me softly that I shouldn't be afraid,
'cause all the while your finger's resting gently on the masterfade.

The masterfade,
I coulda played along.
The masterfade,
I coulda played Mah Jongg,
but it just takes too long,
and who the hell can remember
which way the east wind blows,
when your lying on the ground
staring up at that inverted compass?
I mean, Christ, who Knows?

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): ANDREW WEGMAN BIRD