Distry Choice

DISTRY CHOICE

Choose a number.
Any number.
Now forget it.

Purple teeth inside the sun,
seven moons but only one.
Mother Mercury lost her shoes,
God is sleeping in the news.

I bought a ticket to yesterday —
the driver had no face.

Chorus
Distry choice!
Distry choice!

Left is right
and black is noise.

Distry choice!

[Spoken]
Hello, Earth?

No…

Wrong number

There’s a little man
inside my radio.

He says:

Don’t.
Don’t.
Don’t.

So I did.
Distry choice!
Kill the light!

Turn the moon
inside out tonight.

Distry…
Distry…

CHOICE!