the presidents of the united states of america
shortwave
Here come Monday mornin' Life is open wide I hide my fat bites  Here come Tuesday mornin' Sun is cold and low I don't care, I'm in the flow  (I gotta) Shortwave! Soul creep! Shortwave! Soul creep! Soul swept underneath me  Here come Wednesday mornin' Check refused to bounce Life is filled up ounce by ounce  Look out, Thursday mornin' The vultures come and go Faster still but desperate to go  Shortwave! Soul Creep! Shortwave! Soul creep! Soul swept underneath me  (One, two, three, four!) Here come Friday mornin' Bite the Wonder Bread Wonder how I got that bruise on my head  Saturday mornin' The guitar strings are sharp Finger fumble faintly in the dark!  Shortwave! Soul Creep! Shortwave! Soul creep! Soul swept underneath me Soul swept underneath me Soul swept underneath me  Underneath! Underneath me! Shortwave! Soul creep! Shortwave! Soul creep! Shortwave! Soul creep! Shortwave! Soul creep.