Elevator Music

作詞:Beck
1, 2, you know what to do
Alright, come on
Im uptight super gathered
Out of the frame
I shake a leg on the ground
Like an epileptic battery man
Im making my move
Lettin loose like a belt
Little worse for wear
But Im wearing it well
Tell me, whats wrong
With a little grind n bump?
When the stereos erupt
With a kick drum punch?
Once you do it once
Probably do it again and again
You did it before
But youre more erratic than then
And you had a rough night
The nights just begun
Let a little bit of this
A pass with this gun
Dont let it hold you back
But youre already set
No dead flowers gonna grow
Until the dirt gets wet
Put the elevator music on
Pull me back where
I belongThe ambulance sings along
The fly on the wall
Doesnt know whats wrong
If I could forget myself
You could find another lie to tell
If I had a soul to sell
Id buy some time
To talk to my brain cell
Gut-bucket and a bottle of paint
Its like the schoolhouse lights
Will never turn on again
Til the bottom wears off
Of these high-heeled boots
The bodies all move
With some backbone roots
Everybody workin hard
Til the yard is all clean
The dishes wash good
In the washin machine
Now you brush your teeth
And you comb back your hair
You drive your vehicle
Like you just didnt care
Youre walkin to work
With the boys and the girls
And youre doin it there
Its the end of the world
Now when everybodys sweatin
Forgettin whats on their minds
With your hand like a mirror
You can see whats inside
When youre down and out
Pounded and theres nothing thats real
Its like a plastic heart
Too amputated to feel
I got a soda can
Bible song
A paranoid
Jumbo-tron
The Lord took the weekend off
The fly on the wall
Doesnt know whats wrong
If I could forget myself
Id find another lie to tell
The bottom of an oil well
The cell phones ringing
I could talk to my brain cell
Come on, what?
All the dudes with the banjos
Chicks with the wicks
Animals with bananas
I got my hand like a mirror
With your hand like a mirror
You can see whats around
Oh, yeah