That Chorus is Horrible

Song Title: Exerpts from the Surrealist Manifesto, to the Tune of Siouxsie and the Banshees' "Hong Kong Garden"

He is wasting his time, for I refuse to go into his room.
Others’ laziness or fatigue does not interest me.
I have too unstable a notion of continuity
to equate or compare my moments of depression or weakness with my best moments.
[chorus]
Let's build a raft out of eagle bones.
floating homes
endangered is just another word
gone, tear down these zones
[/chorus]
Let us not mince words:
the marvelous is always beautiful,
anything marvelous is beautiful,
in fact only the marvelous is beautiful.
[chorus]
Let's build a raft out of eagle bones.
floating homes
endangered is just another word
gone, tear down these zones
[/chorus]
Man, that inveterate dreamer,
daily more discontent with his destiny,
has trouble assessing the objects he has been led to use,
objects that his nonchalance has brought his way,
[chorus]
Let's build a raft out of eagle bones.
floating homes
endangered is just another word
gone, tear down these zones
[/chorus]
This summer the roses are blue;
the wood is of glass.
The earth, makes as little impression upon me as a ghost.
[chorus]
Let's build a raft out of eagle bones.
floating homes
endangered is just another word
gone, tear down these zones
[/chorus]
It is living and ceasing to live which are imaginary solutions.
Existence is elsewhere.