1-2-8 (live ATT和middle east, Cambridge, MA1997)

They played something
They made something
Brand new a baby blue machine
Brass tacks, duct tape
For the great escape
Packed in there like sardines
Back and forth
East, south, west, north
Shred the atlas burn the map
Often lost and paths
Wake me up i need a nap
They did something
Which meant something
And that got them some attention
Eyes wide
A roller coaster ride
Great pride in this invention
I think theyre selling snake oil
At the dog and pony show
In the garden gee
Would you pardon me
And by the way how does it grow
The explanations unexplainable
Holding onto something
Once dreamt unattainable
The course was never charted
So dont look into the books
The secrets not the recipe
Its got to be the cooks
They made something
They played something
Blood, sweat, and elbow grease
If you cant stand the heat in the kitchen
Get out it will increase
Last train to where?
Hey get out of here
Nothings measured and nothings weighed
A dash of honesty in the recipe
Thats the first mistake youve made
1, 2 whats in the stew
3, 4 no ones really sure
5, 6 whats in the mix
7, 8 this stuff tastes