1, 2, you know what to do
Alright, come onI'm uptight super gathered
Out of the frame
I shake a leg on the ground
Like an epileptic battery manI'm making my move
Lettin' loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But I'm wearing it wellTell 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 thenAnd you had a rough night
The night's just begun
Let a little bit of this
A pass with this gunDon't let it hold you back
But you're already set
No dead flowers gonna grow
Until the dirt gets wetPut the elevator music on
Pull me back where I belong
The ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesn't know what's wrongIf 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 cellGut-bucket and a bottle of paint
It's like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
'Til the bottom wears offOf these high-heeled boots
The bodies all move
With some backbone rootsEverybody workin' hard
'Til the yard is all clean
The dishes wash good
In the washin' machineNow you brush your teeth
And you comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle
Like you just didn't careYou're walkin' to work
With the boys and the girls
And you're doin' it there
It's the end of the worldNow when everybody's sweatin'
Forgettin' what's on their minds
With your hand like a mirror
You can see what's insideWhen you're down and out
Pounded and there's nothing that's real
It's like a plastic heart
Too amputated to feelI 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 wrongIf 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 cellCome on, what?
All the dudes with the banjos
Chicks with the wicks
Animals with bananas
I got my hand like a mirrorWith your hand like a mirror
You can see what's around
Oh, yeah