Elevator Music Ringtones

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