Reformat (Live)

	All nerve endings shut down.
	Stiff lipped at the countdown.
	All systems are go,
	All systems are gough,
	All systems are ghosts.
	In a can,
	In a cupboard,
	In a submarine,
	There's nothing left inside,
	In a basket at the bottom of the guillotine
	Is where the sailor cried.
	He never said a word
	To the jury of the press
	And when the ax-blade bit his neck, "Set me free" is all he said.
	In a pixel,
	In a portrait,
	In a T.V. screen
	There's nothing left to hide.
	Stitched each instant by the firing electron beam
	Let the camera man decide.
	He never said a word
	To the jury of the press
	When the on-air light turned red, "Cut Away" is all he said.
	When he opened it up,
	He dropped his coffee cup,
	And when the cup hit the ground
	The whole damn house came stumbling down.
	Good by my memory.
	From this point on
	I'm unsettling.
	In Brooklyn we stay home.
	REFORMAT!!!