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Elevator Music lyrics

Performer Beck

Elevator Music song lyrics by Beck official

Elevator Music is a song in English

One, two, you know what to do!

Alright...

I'm uptight stupid, get it out of the flame.
I shake a leg on the ground like an epileptic battery man.
I'm making my move, lettin' loose like a belt.
Little worse for wear, but I'm wearing it well.
Tell me what's wrong with a little grind and bump
When the stereos erupt with a kick-drum punch?
Once you do it once, probably do it again and again.
You did it before, but you're more erratic then them.
And you had a rough night, and the vibe's just begun.
Let a little bit of this, the past week is done.
Don't let it hold you back, but you're already set.
No dead flowers gonna grow till the dirt gets wet.

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 cells.

Gut bucket and a bottle of pains.
It's like the schoolhouse lights will never turn on again.
Till the bottom wears off of these high-heeled boots.
The bodies all move, some backbone roots.
Everybody workin' hard till the yard's all clean.
The dishes wash good in the washin' machine.
Now you brush your teeth and you comb back your hair.
You drive your vehicle like you just didn't care.
You're walkin' to work with the boys and the girls.
And you're doin' it to death, cause it's the end of the world.
Now everybody's sweatin', forgettin' what's on their minds.
With your hand like a mirror, you can see what's inside.
When you're down and out, poundin' and there's nothing that's real.
It's like a plastic heart, too amputated to feel.

I got a soda can bible song, paranoid Jumbotron.
The lord took the weekend off.
The fly on the wall doesn't know what's wrong.
If I could forget myself, find another lie to tell.
The bottom of an oil well, cell phone's ringing
To talk to my brain cells.

Come on! What!?
All the dudes with banjos.
Chicks with the wigs.
Animals with bananas.
Got my hand like a mirror.

Ah na na na na, na na na,
Na na na, na na na na!

Ah na na na na, na na na,
Na na na...
Lyrics copyright : legal lyrics licensed by Lyricfind.
No unauthorized reproduction of lyric.
Writer: BECK HANSEN
Copyright: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC

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