beck
elevator music
1, 2, you know what to do Alright I'm uptight super Gathered out of the frame I shake a leg on the ground Like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me what's wrong With a little grind n' bump? When the stereos erupt With a kick drum punch? Let's do it once Probably do it again and again Like you did it before But you're more erratic than then And you had a rough night And the night's just begun Let a little bit of this Pass with this gun Don't let it hold you back But you're already set No dead flowers gonna grow 'Til the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull me back where I belong The ambulance sings along The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong If I could forget myself Find another lie to tell If I had a soul to sell I'd buy some time To talk to my brain cell Gutbucket and a bottle of paint It's like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots The bodies all move Some backbone roots Everybody workin' hard 'Til the yard is all clean The dishes wash good In the washin' machine Now you brush your teeth And you comb back your hair You drive your vehicle Like you just didn't care You're walkin' to work With the boys and the girls And you're doin' it there It's the end of the world Now everybody's sweatin' Forgettin' what's on their mind With your hand like a mirror You can see what's inside When you're down and out Conquer it, there's nothing that's real It's like a platinum card Too amputated to feel I got a silicon bible song Paranoid Jumbotron ?? with the weekend off The fly on the wall Doesn't know what's wrong If I could forget myself I'd find another lie to tell The bottom of an oil well Cell phone's ringing I could talk to my brain cell All the dudes with banjos Chicks with wicks Animals with bananas Got my hand like a mirror You can see what's inside