Modest Mouse - Doin' the Cockroach lyrics
[Modest Mouse - Doin' the Cockroach 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
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