MOG

Your eyes, they meet
You'll look in the mirror
This one's a doctor
Drunk on the Amtrak
So I'll have to be comin'
They had a summer that would make you blister

Down the road in your life
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
So I'll have to be comin'

Alright, not bad, not bad
The origin of junk food, ruttin' through garbage
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah

Well, late last winter down below the equator
Oh, my mind is all made up
This one's a cash fiend, takin' your money
Now you tell me anything

You move your mouth, you shake your tongue
You're saying words
They had a summer that would make you blister

Alright, not bad
You're walking down the street
Well, late last winter down below the equator

This one's a crazier, daydreamin' disaster
Oh, my mind is all made up
They had a summer that would make you blister

Please, shut up
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
You're not hungry though
And oh, my mind is all made up, oh, my mind is all made up
This one's a lawyer
But she felt I'm not listenin'
You're not hu hu hu hu
We're doin' the cockroach, yeah

Another rider, he was a talker
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Back on the metro, ride on the greyhound
You say, you're acting you
Your face, your lips, your hips
You're not hungry though
Please, shut up

Well, late last winter down below the equator
And well, talkin' 'bout TV
You vibrate my eardrums
And say, "My parents are still alive"
One year, twenty years, forty years, fifty years
Oh, my mind is all made up