Wolf Parade - Who Are Ya lyrics
[Wolf Parade - Who Are Ya lyrics]
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck
Of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on your prick and
Your eyes on the stars
And you wonder if the satellites
Are sending you some invitation
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiator
Oh like an arpeggio
I cannot stay, I cannot go
Up come the elevator, down go the elevator
And we go downtown
And then it rains on you, and then it pours
And then the angel of the future
Is locking all her doors
And then you're shocked at how you have
Become some crocodile form of the truth
Like a forest coming up through the floor
So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear
I've made it almost halfway, dear
May I hang from the branches of the past
Above that crocodile and his crocodile tears
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck
Of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck
Of your fathers before ya
Ignoring the fact that they made
You all that you are
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
"Why do you cry, arpeggio?"
Cried the arpeggiator cried the arpeggio:
"Because you cry, arpeggiator"
With your hand on the neck
Of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on your prick and
Your eyes on the stars
And you wonder if the satellites
Are sending you some invitation
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiator
Oh like an arpeggio
I cannot stay, I cannot go
Up come the elevator, down go the elevator
And we go downtown
And then it rains on you, and then it pours
And then the angel of the future
Is locking all her doors
And then you're shocked at how you have
Become some crocodile form of the truth
Like a forest coming up through the floor
So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear
I've made it almost halfway, dear
May I hang from the branches of the past
Above that crocodile and his crocodile tears
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck
Of your father's guitar
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya?
With your hand on the neck
Of your fathers before ya
Ignoring the fact that they made
You all that you are
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
You wanna stay in the dark
You wanna move toward the light
"Why do you cry, arpeggio?"
Cried the arpeggiator cried the arpeggio:
"Because you cry, arpeggiator"