Float On (Early Live Version)

By Modest Mouse

Released on February 22, 2002

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I backed up into a cop car the other day

Well he just rode on lights on tumbling say

He jumped into the cop car and he just drove away

Well sometimes life lucks out again

I can not remember numbers I didn't know you would want

Well sometimes life just seems to work on its tongue (?)

We cook our dog and dogs friend down at my daddy's (?)

Well sometimes life hits just a bit different

I turned myself into a sailor oh god what to do

Well sometimes life works out for the sea below

We float away and you can say whеre the cods on the spoon

Wеll sometimes it don't work out

I got myself into a pullfish that I didn't want (?)

Well sometimes things get fucked but still float on

I didn't marry at the idea but I couldn't talk

Well too much more but life still goes on

Sometimes the people you love will have to move away

Hopefully you'll see them some day

I got my ass kicked in Chicago in a real bad way

Well things get fucked but life goes on anyway

(?) oh I think I'll pay

Sometimes life works out pretty okay

I ran myself off to jail. Oh what the hell, Oh what the hey

Sometimes things don't work out

I backed my car into a cop car, When he just drove away

Well sometimes life works out, we just don't

And how he's up on the roof built up on better days

Well sometimes life seems to work out pretty okay

And sometimes you can be so fucked you don't know what you can do

I don't want any, I don't have no families

And kids say that my money could buy me back into cool

But life goes on when you just have a beat

Sometimes everything will get fucked and we know that it can

Life goes on I hope you understand

I wound myself up in jail, oh we're fucked like I guess I should have known

Sometimes here life gets bored but I still floats on

Can you kill me much more than I have killed me more

Someday you will, you'll kill your skin, you kill your way, you kill your brain

Sometimes peoples trust just fades away

I couldn't say if I could care my skin, my way, my brain

Sometimes I wish you'd just go away

I painted myself into a corner the other day

I painted myself into a corner the other day

I painted myself into a corner, It just works out that way

Cause isn't it fucked up, fucking up

I dunno... Phil, could I add treble to it? Would it hurt?

Whatever the-