Lie Detector Test - The Aluminum Group



     
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Lie Detector Test Lyrics


Got a caveman banging on my back door
Got a hang man hanging on my front lawn
Got an old maid wasting away in the living room
Kids in the kitchen with their mouths full of silver spoonsGot a paper full of yellow journalism
A restaurant waiter selling me words of wisdom
The small town crier is chilling with the village idiots
The big city slickers are still busy building pyramidsGot a diploma but no wall to hang it
Tags on the bathroom stall to make me famous
A job description that don't fit the bill
A fatal femme fatale dressed to killGet me out of this, lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone check, 1, 2, what is this?In a world where the girl's got retro tattoos
And all I've got is a gut and Velcro black shoes
And elbows that move in a way that make space
I'm looking at you
(Stay awake, stay awake)Natural face affected by the chemical leaks
Grammatical mistakes in every sentence I speak
It doesn't matter, I make enough sense to seem deep

Now, look at me
(Go to sleep, go to sleep)Got a flea circus, I'm trying to take it to the road
Got a nervous tick, they think I'm faking it though
Got some cat in a back alley scratching up my records
Some big wigs with fat bellies asking for secondsGot a fly girl with a landing strip begging for hot wax
A lonely upper lip and it's begging for a mustache
A prison system that listens to the parables of Johnny Cash
A wannabe war hero who only travels in body bagsI've got a poor man's version of a rich man
I've got a small van swerving through a big land
I've got a road map that's looking a lot like a Math test
A blocked phone number and a bunk home addressI've got a way out but I ain't trying to use it
'Cause I've got some ins and I'ma bet all my winnings
If it hurts me more than it hurts you then I won't hurt you
I've got more sense than virtue, I've got a curfew, it's 12 o'clockAfter that I'll start trembling if I get fed hip hop
'Cause I'm a G to the R E M L I N
If I wasn't then why would I say I am?I said get me out of this lie detector test
My pupils inhale and exhale
My breath is a microphone, check 1, 2, what is this?

Enjoy the lyrics !!!
Named in honor of a line of furniture designed by Charles and Ray Eames, the Chicago-based chamber-pop outfit the Aluminum Group was led by brothers John and Frank Navin, longtime staples of the Wicker Park music scene who first surfaced in 1983 as members of the hardcore band Women in Love. Always harboring a secret affecton for the music of the Carpenters and Sergio Mendes & Brasil 66, the Navins eventually formed the Aluminum Group, stubbornly pursuing their brand of lushly orchestrated pop until the sound actually became newly fashionable during the mid-1990s. Three years after self-releasing the lackluster Wonder Boy in 1995, the band -- also featuring guitarist John Ridenour, keyboardist Liz Conant, bassist Eddie Carlson and drummer John Blaha -- issued their superb sophomore LP Plano on local indie Minty Fresh. The Jim O'Rourke-produced Pedals followed in 1999; Pelo was issued a year later. Read more on Last.fm. User-contributed text is available under the Creative Commons By-SA License; additional terms may apply.

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