Beck - Elevator Music lyrics
[Beck - Elevator Music lyrics]
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, letting 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 working hard 'til the
Yard is all clean
The dishes wash good in the washing machine
Now you brush your teeth and
You comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle like
You just didn't care
You're walking to work with the
Boys and the girls
And you're doing it there
It's the end of the world
Now everybody's sweating
Forgetting 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
And a paranoid jumbotron
The Lord took 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 the banjos
Chicks with the wicks animals with bananas
Got my hand like a mirror
You can see what's inside
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, letting 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 working hard 'til the
Yard is all clean
The dishes wash good in the washing machine
Now you brush your teeth and
You comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle like
You just didn't care
You're walking to work with the
Boys and the girls
And you're doing it there
It's the end of the world
Now everybody's sweating
Forgetting 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
And a paranoid jumbotron
The Lord took 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 the banjos
Chicks with the wicks animals with bananas
Got my hand like a mirror
You can see what's inside