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