Elevator Music

By Beck

On The Information

Released on October 3, 2006

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[Intro]

One, two, you know what to do

Alright


[Verse 1]

I'm uptight super, gathered out of the frame

I shake a leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man

I'm making my move, letting 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?

Let's do it once, probably do it again and again

Like you did it before but you're more erratic than then

And you had a rough night and the night's just begun

Let a little bit of this pass with this gun

Don't let it hold you back but you're already set

No dead flowers gonna grow 'til the dirt gets wet


[Chorus 1]

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 cell


[Verse 2]

Gutbucket and a bottle of paint

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, some backbone roots

Everybody working hard 'til the yard is all clean

The dishes wash good in the washing machine

Now you brush your teeth and you comb back your hair

You drive your vehicle like you just didn't care

You're walking to work with the boys and the girls

And you're doing it there, it's the end of the world

Now everybody's sweating, forgetting what's on their mind

With your hand like a mirror, you can see what's inside

When you're down and out, conquer it, there's nothing that's real

It's like a platinum card too amputated to feel


[Chorus 2]

I got a silicon bible song

And 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


[Outro]

All the dudes with the banjos

Chicks with the wicks

Animals with bananas

Got my hand like a mirror

You can see what's inside