And say, "My parents are still alive"
We're doin' the cockroach, yeah
You're not hungry though
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
Alright, not bad, not bad
You're walking down the street
The origin of junk food, ruttin' through garbage
This one's a crazier, daydreamin' disaster
Alright, not bad
You're not hu hu hu hu
Well, late last winter down below the equator
Down the road in your life
This one's a doctor
This one's a lawyer
They had a summer that would make you blister
You're saying words
Your eyes, they meet
Your face, your lips, your hips
Oh, my mind is all made up
Please, shut up
Oh, my mind is all made up
You say, you're acting you
And well, talkin' 'bout TV
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
Another rider, he was a talker
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit
Please, shut up
You vibrate my eardrums
Drunk on the Amtrak
So I'll have to be comin'
So I'll have to be comin'
They had a summer that would make you blister
You move your mouth, you shake your tongue
This one's a cash fiend, takin' your money
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
You'll look in the mirror
Well, late last winter down below the equator
One year, twenty years, forty years, fifty years
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Oh, my mind is all made up
Back on the metro, ride on the greyhound
Well, late last winter down below the equator
Now you tell me anything
They had a summer that would make you blister
But she felt I'm not listenin'
