Lyrics:

Gravitated towards a taste

For foreign films and modern plays

But that machine could only

Bend to squares five to six times

Before your fingers came unwired...

Weights down so that you could move forwards

Pinch to snub that restless nerve

And knock the wind from one last urge

With two fingers a rock glass,

Time passed and that was that

Quite a slip (a loosened grasp)

... what a way to cut lengthwise...