Engines and Engineers

Attribute flaws to side effects of human being
A policy that borders on excuse
Every morning I just seem to wake up wheezing
I'm a radical gone static with the flu

A double head, an open neck: Listen, my lips are
Open but not quite ready for use
When I'm on a game board I know what I'm doing
A ladder's work and I prefer the chutes

I called up your celebrity telethons
To tell them that I admire their work
I was told that I could be American
If I just learned to put that gossip first

Trying notes on my piano, I am stupid
To not have learned this when I still could learn
Sighing as I get to bed, "Is it not fruitless?"
Strap blinders on so I won't dream a turn

I crane my neck to see where all my enemies are
It's a storyline I'm trying not to feel
Lift a bus, run with trains, jump really far
What a difficult time to be a superhero

I guess you've guessed that I just want to have some children
But I want to make everything else first
I think you'll like the type of engine I am building
It's one that only runs in the reverse

Do some travel with you; make it hard to find us
I'd come home to you smiling in our hut
You will keep on kissing me until you find a
Better way to really shut me up