Elevator Music - Allen Simpson

One, two You know what to do Alright mm, c'mon 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 Lettin' loose like a belt Little worse for wear But I'm wearing it well Tell me what's 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 you're more erratic than then And you had a rough night And the ride's just begun Let a little bit of this Put the past where it's done Don't let it hold you back But you've already said No dead flowers gonna grow 'Til the dirt gets wet Put the elevator music on Pull 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 Gutbucket and a bottle of pain It's like the schoolhouse lights Will never turn on again 'Til the bottom wears off Of these high-heeled boots The bodies all move To 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 didn't care And you walk into work With the boys and the girls And you're doin' it to death It's the end of the world Now there's everybody's sweatin' Forgettin' what's on their mind With your hand like a mirror You can see what's inside When you're down and out Pounded and there's nothing that's real It's 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 I'd find another lie to tell The bottom of an oil well Cell phone's ringing I could talk to my brain cell What? All the dudes with banjos Chicks with wicks Animals with bananas Got my hand like a mirror You can see what's around Na na na

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Wish I was riding the steam train Right out of the pages of time Down through the ol' Roaring Twenties To the fall of 1929 Back in heyday of railroads Before airplanes fluttered and flew Color me in like a cartoon hobo Doing what bums used to do Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Show me hopping a freight train Somewhere south of the yard Make it a Santa Fe boxcar Paint it all rusty and hard Sketch out an old hobo jungle Make the old days come alive on the page Build a rough shack Down by thе track Weather it heavy with agе Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon Sometimes things are great to remember Some are too good to forget Things back then were so different Some things we think of them yet Songs from the great Jimmie Rodgers Hearing ol' Bing Crosby croon This is a song of how things used to be And a script of a hobo cartoon

Loneliness is settin' in How I feel, you don't know All my tomorrows, they depend On how my todays go Ain't seen your face for a few years or more You don't write, you don't call Tell me what are all the memories for When you don't remember at all? I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Maybe someday, you'll walk into Some bar I'm singing in You'll hang your head in sorrow and cry When you see the shape that I'm in Oh, I'm sad and lonely I wonder do you feel the same? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name? Tell me, am I the only one Drinking and cursing your name?