P.O.S. - Crispin Glover lyrics

Yeah!
You can't start every song with a "yeah!"
But, it's cool whatever
You think I'm shocking joke
It's like a, an after shock, you know?
Yeah I took something and exactly what
Tryna make one of those like oh get one
They come back yeah? Haha

Yeah! We drop dimes on the wrong people
Places and things
We bring signs to picket for those dimed on
Petition tickets in long lines for leaders
But sometimes there's already a
Dime in the meter

So
One of them days you can pick up your check
Mix a drink or a pack of
Camel Lights in the deck and feel free
Sick of the news so give the brain a rest
Cut the MPR and sing along to the Soviettes

Mock socialite minneapple transplant
Used to be the kid that made
The parents miss their cans can't stand that
Steady, sober for years imagine that
Black sheep gettin' blamed for
The missing beers

I guess somethings change
While others remain refrained from dwelling
On the days spent stiff lip
Broke plain
I came up strange, but still I'm sane
And I'ma always have a bit a
Piss and vinegar in the veins

In short: rockin' the same i stay grounded
Ain't nobody jockin' the name
I'll tell you what
You stay fly, I'll stay McFly
You keep it crisp and clean
I'll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen those in the pit's
To the backyard kids off the head in the
To those who listen south Minneapps
To the Hopkins cat tryna get in and fit in

Yeah
We hit the snooze to sleep and keep dreamin'
We treat the days like the
Nights we keep dreamin' we wanna toss 20
20 for rent and we tryna make a dollar off a
Dime and a ball of lint

No quick bucks
We live a bit slower and double trouble
Double bubbles but never bubbles over
It gets bad not as bad as it gets
So give a hubba hubba to your
Baby girl and hug her

I'm a little boy tryna be a grown man
Tryna see his little boy grow
Into his own man
Right, so I'ma kick the cynicism a little
'Cuz if the world's still spinnin'
Then his future looks bright

And if the world's still spinnin'
I'ma keep livin' just like I need to
Just under equal
Just a little outta step with the people
Show my little lamb not to
Move like the sheep do

We stay outside with head up high
We stay grounded
Don't mix up conceit with pride and tell 'em
You stay fly, I'll stay McFly
You keep it crisp and clean
I'll keep it Crispin Glover

To those who listen those in the pit's
To the backyard kids off the head in the
To those who listen south Minneapps
To the Hopkins cat tryna get in and fit in

Do your thing homie do what you can
If you a little outta step
Homie show me your hands

Doomtree they do what they can
My motherfuckin' homie Lazerbeak
They do what they can

Cecil & Turbo they do what they can (yup)
Pablo Fiasco they do what they can (uh huh)
Cat and Pookie they do what they can (yup)
They do what they can

Kill the Vultures & power struggle
They do what they can i
They do what they can (I)

They do what they can they do what they can
They do what they can they do what they can
They do what they can