1, 2, you know what to do Alright, come on 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? Once you do it once Probably do it again and again You did it before But you´re more erratic than then And you had a rough night The night´s just begun Let a little bit of this A pass with this gun Don´t let it hold you back
But you´re already set No dead flowers gonna grow Until 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 You could find another lie to tell If I had a soul to sell I´d buy some time To talk to my brain cell Gut-bucket 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 With 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 when everybody´s sweatin´ Forgettin´ what´s on their minds With your hand like a mirror You can see what´s inside
When you´re down and out Pounded and there´s nothing that´s real It´s like a plastic heart Too amputated to feel I got a soda can Bible song A paranoid Jumbo-tron The Lord took 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 The cell phone´s ringing I could talk to my brain cell Come on, what? All the dudes with the banjos Chicks with the wicks Animals with bananas
I got my hand like a mirror With your hand like a mirror You can see what´s around Oh, yeah