It comes at night you knownThe idiot sleeps nAnd the idiot talks to the ethernTo the cold night airnThis can't be right he groansnBachenemm's childnCan I be both wild and defeated?nWhat a cross to bearnnWe poor ghosts we can't be all alonenSat in the dark with one hand on the phonenAnd as the television spills the truthnHe thinks my God, I've been wrongnAll these yearsnHere's the proofnOh, idiot talk idiot talk idiot talknTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnIdiot talk idiot talk idiot talknTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnnIt happened more each daynSlowly turning into dustnSaid the idiot:nI must be a dreamernLooking into the skiesnWhen machines form an orderly queuenSlowing down to take in all the viewsnAnd as the idiot looks then the idiot seesnSo many eyes staring right back at mennThese poor ghosts they can't be all alonenSat in the dark with one hand on the phonenAnd as the television spills the truthnHe thinks my God, I've been wrongnAll these yearsnHere's the proofnOh, idiot talk idiot talk idiot talknTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnIdiot talk idiot talk idiot talknTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnTell me what you wantnnOne hundred alarms spun the hotels and carsnFrom once in contieu and they're talking to you