Beck - Elevator Music | Текст песни

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1, 2, you know what to do
alright
hmm
come on

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 stereos erupt 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

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 what's around
oh, yeah

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