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