[Chorus]

Listen (up close) to what I told ya

I don't wanna talk because we don’t get along

Collecting one dollar for a job well done

It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands

May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores

And all your work get slashed by razors

Cling to what I told ya

(Do it, do it)

(Good God)

(Shoot thru)

[Verse 1]

Hey Christine (Christine?)

What do you want?

All I want's for you to sing my name each morning

Each and every syllable reciprocated by yours truly

(Adrian, you don't know jack)

(Shoot thru)

And the couple in the next room

Talking to each other thru the palms of their hands

They don’t ever care about relationships

'Cuz that kind of chatter just doesn't factor into their equations

[Chorus]

Listen (up close) to what I told ya

I don't wanna talk because we don't get along

Collecting one dollar for a job well done

It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands

May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores

And all your work get slashed by razors

Cling (cling) to what I told ya

(Do it, do it)

(Good God)

(Shoot thru)

[Verse 2]

Hold like a thumbtack pressed to what I told ya

Ten rhymes and a pocketful of cash

I'm lost in the city I know

I know this city, I know its intricacies

(Shoot thru)

Christine is a godsend

I feel like a blunt passed round close friends

I feel like tasting all your red wine

Suckling to your grapevine

Never have to care about my deadlines

[Chorus]

Listen (up close) to what I told you

I don't wanna talk because we don't get along

Collecting one dollar for a job well done

It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands

May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores

And all your work get slashed by razors

Cling (cling) to what I told ya

(Good god)

[Bridge]

This’ll scatter back and forth across your headphones

(We’re all going on a summer holiday)

You're sitting bolt upright in your bed now

(We’re all going on a summer holiday)

This'll scatter back and forth across your headphones

(We're all going on a summer holiday)

You're sitting bolt upright in your bed now

(We’re all going on a summer holiday)

[Verse 3]

I've got genuine affection for her

I like the way she shuts me down

(Alright)

Each and every letter that she writes to me she signs "yours truly"

I'm in over my head

(Shoot thru)

I like to think about an actress

I'd like to think my listeners have the skills to unpack this

You've got my superficial details

Fill in the blanks with what you ascertain from emails

[Chorus]

Listen (up close) to what I told ya

I don't wanna talk because we don't get along

Collecting one dollar for a job well done

It sure beats a grand for shaking dirty hands

May your cigarettes taste like anthrax spores

And all your work get slashed by razors

Cling to what I told ya

(Do it, do it)

(Good God)

(Alright)