G C D
Monkey see, monkey die
G C D
G
Laminate your face and paste it up into the sky
G C D G
Cause it's squallin' and it's solid and it's
C D G
Completely rancid and beautiful,
C D G
Like a forcefield of multiplying meat,
C D G
Cut a hole in the floor just to see
C D G C D
Just how close to hell we're standing.
Time shoots forward in your skull
Scattered to the four winds, trapped in a bucket
Riding lamposts moldy toast
Excitement level.....zero
Rock the casba (sp?) bring the noise
Amplified dishwashers exploring the boring to the core
people with cordless personalities
runnin round in new wave bionic jogging suits
California....white boy sound
Rocket powered and nailed to the ground
New age old age, totally lame
Straight to the middle of the road
Rewind the tape, play the whole thing backwards
with the sound completely turned off
Full
key step up
Half
key step up
Half
key step down
Full
key step down
