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Lyricist: Modest Mouse
Lyrics:
I was in heaven, I was in hell Believe in neither, but fear them as well This one's a doctor, this one's a lawyer This one's a cash thief, taking your money Back in the Metro, ride on a Greyhound Drunk on the Amtrak, please shut up Another rider, he was a talker Talking about TV, please shut up This one's a crazer, daydreaming disaster The origin of junk food, rutting through garbage Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit We're doing the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah All right, not bad Doin' the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah All right, not bad Doin' the cockroach, yeah Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah All right, not bad, not bad, go
One year, twenty years, forty years Fifty years down the road in your life You'll look in the mirror and say, 'My parents are still alive'
You move your mouth, you shake your tongue You vibrate my eardrums You're saying words but you know I ain't listening
You're walking down the street Your face, your lips, your hips, your eyes, they meet You're not hungry though
Well, late last winter, down below the equator They had a summer that would make you blister Oh, my mind is all made up, so I'll have to sleep in it Well, late last winter, down below the equator They had a summer that would make you blister Oh, my mind is all made up, so I'll have to sleep in it Well, late last winter Down below the equator They had a summer that would Make you blister And oh, my mind is all Oh, my mind is all Oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it
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