Tekster: Disco Biscuits. 7-11.

Cover it up,
I know you got eyes,
you know you got time.
You want free from the octopus wrapped around your mind
Run to the hills,
out on your own,
reaped nothing sown,
whiplash tongue,
as you reach for a grip,
and search for the clone.

And maybe, all that you want to be is all that you had to be,
When flakes of gold and falling rubies were never enough,
So you spend your time opening doors for everyone else but me,
In the morning time, the sky up above you, the sun will come up.

Work too hard so I buy myself style for walking the mile,
Hours a day that I spend doing nonsense worth somebody's while.

I'm gonna go out and jam!
I'm gonna go out and party!
I got a brand new mission,
so bring your ass to the party!

There's a last time for everything,
what do you do, what do you do,
It always comes back to the things that you knew,
things that you knew,
Why go down, when they think that you're beat,
think that you're beat,
Kick some dust on the manager's feet,
manager's feet.

And maybe, all that you want to be is all that you had to be,
When flakes of gold and falling rubies were never enough,
So you spend your time opening doors for everyone else but me,
In the morning time, the sky up above you, the sun will come up.

Work too hard so I buy myself style for walking the mile,
Hours a day that I spend doing nonsense worth somebody's while.

I'm gonna go out and jam!
I'm gonna go out and party!
I got a brand new mission,
so bring your ass to the party!

Crossed off, laid up till noon in bed,
got cauliflower dreams as your brain's ripped to shreds
you made it to the dance, but you're wearing a towel.
Let me play you one that'll make you howl.

Crossed off, laid up till noon in bed,
got cauliflower dreams as your brain's ripped to shreds
you made it to the dance, but you're wearing a towel.
Let me play you one that'll make you howl,
Ladies give me one that'll make me howl,
Let me play you one that'll make you wanna go out and jam!