Speed Lab (Chris Walla Robot Mix)

Speed lab
Speed lab
On the edge of an artichoke farm
We work through harm
Tweaked and well paid
We forgave
What the chemicals did
To our hands, lungs, and face
Clearly marking our fall from grace
Our fall from grace
Our fall, our fall from grace

Speed lab
Speed lab
Sun sang through eucalyptus
We sang along
Angela
I met her there
Sweating out the San Francisco run
Every hotel on the five
Was our very own pleasure dive
Our own pleasure dive

Speed lab
Giveth and taketh away
The love, tender loving
The money, the money, the money spending
All before the fire, the DEA
Those who survived the fire fled alone
I know that God hates alchemical work
I loved him lonely, but in the end
What else to do but begin again
To do but begin again