ELEVATOR MUSIC

I'm uptight, super-gutted, out of the frame I shake my leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man I'm making my move letting loose like a bell A little worse for wear but I'm wearing it well Tell me, what's wrong with a little grind and bump When the stereo erupts with the kick drum punch Once you do it once you'll probably do it again and again Like you did it before but you're more erratic than then When you've had a rough ride and the night's just begun Let a little bit of this put the past where it's done Don't let it hold you back like you already said No dead flower's gonna grow till the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Put 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 cells Gut bucket and a bottle of pain Its like the school house lights will never turn on again Till the bottom wears off of these high heeled boots And the bodies all move to some back bone roots Everybody working hard till the yard's all clean And the dishes washed good in the washing machine Then you brush your teeth and you comb back your hair And you drive your vehicle like you just didn't care And you walk into work with the boys and the girls And you're doing it to death like it's the end of the world Everybody sweatin forgetting what's on their minds Make your hand like a mirror so you can see what's inside When you're down and out pounded and there's nothing that's real Its like a plastic heart too amputated to feel I got a soda can bible song 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 Find another lie to tell From the bottom of an oil well Cellphone's ringing to talk to my brain cell