The Hold Steady - Most People Are DJs lyrics
[The Hold Steady - Most People Are DJs lyrics]
Well, hold steady, Ybor City
You're up to your neck in
The sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little
Bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already
It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship
USSSSSSSSS sexuality
Searching for the merchant with
The five second delivery
They're slipping soft rock into
Their setlist now they got some new guy that
Looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
It's a big world, girl
And I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in
A bright blue planet
I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and
I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always
Dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little
Lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen
To some weird talking chick who
Just can't understand it
We're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
Baby, take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
And everything gets played
Working backwards from the doctor
To the drugs from the packie to the taxi to
The cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love
In all these clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end
Up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all
That much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids
They still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet
You're up to your neck in
The sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little
Bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy
They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already
It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship
USSSSSSSSS sexuality
Searching for the merchant with
The five second delivery
They're slipping soft rock into
Their setlist now they got some new guy that
Looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it
It's a big world, girl
And I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in
A bright blue planet
I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and
I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always
Dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little
Lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen
To some weird talking chick who
Just can't understand it
We're hot soft spots on a hard rock planet
Baby, take off your beret
Everyone's a critic and most people are DJs
And everything gets played
Working backwards from the doctor
To the drugs from the packie to the taxi to
The cabbie to the club
A thousand kids will fall in love
In all these clubs tonight
A thousand other kids will end
Up gushing blood tonight
Two thousand kids won't get all
That much sleep tonight
Two thousand kids
They still feel pretty sweet tonight
Yeah, and I still feel pretty sweet