Record Machine - The Herms

Help me Define the light that's shinning on me To get back what they've taken from me And build a little fire where it's cold Show me The path that leads to all the glory The words that tell a sacred story And build a little fire where it's cold I wanna live in a dream In my record machine I wanna piece of the world And everyone inside my mouth And all the money I waste Is it a matter of taste? I wanna piece of the world And you can't make me spit it out Take me Back from the darkness Where they sent me Give hope to places Where it can't be And build a little fire where it's cold I wanna live in a dream In my record machine I wanna picture the world And everyone inside my mouth And all the money I waste Is it a matter of taste? I wanna picture the world And you can't make me spit it out You cannot give me no reason I don't need one to shine You can't give me no feeling If it's already mine You've got one in a million And if the sun won't rise on my soul Then I'll go