Come on in, sweetie-pie! Have an apple, have some lye... Leave your friends, righteous and pathetic, standing at the door. On the books, all your bets favor head-bands and cassettes, cigarettes, suffragettes, and bores.
What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind.
When we moved to the city, it seemed the competition got so much less pretty but the,the, mirror's never failed you like this before. So your revenge on the world will be pencils through your curls and if wanting ever taught you anything, it's wanting more. (and more and more and more...)
What to do? Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do?
When that day finally nears, you'll at least have made it clear that compassion's just a nicer way of looking down your nose. It seems that all the people want to do is crowd the streets of Amsterdam (Pamplona, too), but the bulls have already come and gone and bellowed all their lows. Now nobody knows
what to do. Sweetheart, you'll find mediocre people do exceptional things all the time. Oh, the ruin will do in your talented mind... Could've been a genius if you'd had an axe to grind. What to do?
Well I'm standin' here, looking at you. What do I see? I'm lookin' straight through It's so sad When you're young to be told But, you're havin' fun
So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh)
Oh, when I'm standin' here, what do I see? A big nothing, threatening me It's so sad When you're young to be told But you're havin' fun
So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh)
Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothin' to you. There might come a day When he's treadin' on you Don't tread on ant, you'll end up black and blue Oh, cut off his head, legs come lookin' for you So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music! (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music...
Oh, unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor The music's lost its taste So try another flavor... Ant Music
Lot of knots lot of snags lot of holes lot of cracks lot of crags Lot of naggin' old hags lot of fools lot of fool scum bags Oh it's such a drag what a chore oh your wounds are full of salt Everything's a stress and what's more well it's all somebody's fault Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Makes you sick makes you ill makes you cheat slipping change from the till Had it up to the gills makes you cry while the milk still spills Ain't it just a bitch What a pain Well it's all a crying shame What left to do but complain Better find someone to blame Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Got a job got a life got a four door and a faithless wife Got those nice copper pipes got an ex got a room for the night Aren't you such a catch What a prize Got a body like a battle axe Love that perfect frown honest eyes We ought to buy you a Cadillac Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Lot of knots lot of snags lot of holes lot of cracks lot of crags Lot of naggin' old hags lot of fools lot of fool scum bags Oh it's such a drag what a chore oh your wounds are full of salt Everything's a stress and what's more well it's all somebody's fault Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Makes you sick makes you ill makes you cheat slipping change from the till Had it up to the gills makes you cry while the milk still spills Ain't it just a bitch What a pain Well it's all a crying shame What left to do but complain Better find someone to blame Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Got a job got a life got a four door and a faithless wife Got those nice copper pipes got an ex got a room for the night Aren't you such a catch What a prize Got a body like a battle axe Love that perfect frown honest eyes We ought to buy you a Cadillac Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Well I'm standin' here, looking at you. What do I see? I'm lookin' straight through It's so sad When you're young to be told But, you're havin' fun
So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh)
Oh, when I'm standin' here, what do I see? A big nothing, threatening me It's so sad When you're young to be told But you're havin' fun
So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh)
Don't tread on an ant, he's done nothin' to you. There might come a day When he's treadin' on you Don't tread on ant, you'll end up black and blue Oh, cut off his head, legs come lookin' for you So unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor Oh, that music's lost its taste So try another flavor Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music! (oh, oh oh oh oh oh) Ant Music...
Oh, unplug the jukebox And do us all a favor The music's lost its taste So try another flavor... Ant Music
Lot of knots lot of snags lot of holes lot of cracks lot of crags Lot of naggin' old hags lot of fools lot of fool scum bags Oh it's such a drag what a chore oh your wounds are full of salt Everything's a stress and what's more well it's all somebody's fault Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Makes you sick makes you ill makes you cheat slipping change from the till Had it up to the gills makes you cry while the milk still spills Ain't it just a bitch What a pain Well it's all a crying shame What left to do but complain Better find someone to blame Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
Got a job got a life got a four door and a faithless wife Got those nice copper pipes got an ex got a room for the night Aren't you such a catch What a prize Got a body like a battle axe Love that perfect frown honest eyes We ought to buy you a Cadillac Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Hey Get Get Get Get Get over it Get over it
I can't remember half an hour since a quarter to four. Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me with my jaw on the floor. Just when you think you're in control, just when you think you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, but here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. It starts out easy, something simple, something sleazy,
something inching past the edge of the reserve. Now through lines of the cheap venetian blinds your car is pulling off of the curb. Just when you think you're in control, just when you think you've got a hold, just when you get on a roll, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, but here it goes again. Oh, here it goes. Oh, here it goes. Oh, here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again. Oh oh Oh, here it goes. Yeah, oh here it goes again. Hey hey Oh, here it goes. All right! I guess there's got to be a break in the monotony,
but Jesus, when it rains how it pours. Throw on your clothes, the second side of Surfer Rosa,
and you leave me, yeah, you leave me. Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, should have known again, but here it goes again. Oh, here it goes, here it goes. Oh here it goes again. I should have known, should have known, but here it goes again. Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it, Oh here it goes I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have, I should have known Oh, here it goes, here it goes, here it goes again. Oh here it goes again. Oh, here it goes again.
Sitting for lunch in a square in this town (this town that I'm new to), new fellow from my new town sat me down and explained it to me: how when I spin from him I spin from myself, the center can double the speed of the crust. Thank you, my treacherous friends. I'm cringing for myself when I cringe for you.
Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how grateful I am for your insights.
With regard to my newborn arachnid kids, there's something we must discuss: perhaps we should sit them down and explain how not to be saved. Perhaps you could help me to demonstrate how your center can keep up its sickening spin. Thank you, my treacherous friends. Perhaps for my children your surface will smile.
Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, the fate of my children, the spiders.
Hello, my treacherous friends, and thank you for joining me here tonight. I brought you all here to discuss, as I must, how pleasant has been this demise
