Ache hour credo - strangled planet

I have to wear my helmet to the strangled planet I don’t want to go I don’t want to go It’s never what you are, it’s what you wear In the tangled carcass of the billboard monkey I don’t want to go But when I do I have to wear my brand new helmet Everybody’s happy when everyone’s gathered at the sundial Everyone’s afraid to make friends God knows there isn’t time Where have I been? Drunk of the glare of my skinny tim sin zoltan! zoltan! In folding human hope I wrote the final earthling joke: Waiter, there’