MOG

They had a summer that would make you blister
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit
We're doin' the cockroach, yeah
Another rider, he was a talker
You say, you're acting you
Drunk on the Amtrak

Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah

But she felt I'm not listenin'
Alright, not bad, not bad

And well, talkin' 'bout TV
Well, late last winter down below the equator
Oh, my mind is all made up
Oh, my mind is all made up
Alright, not bad
They had a summer that would make you blister
Please, shut up
One year, twenty years, forty years, fifty years
Your eyes, they meet
And oh, my mind is all made up, oh, my mind is all made up
You're walking down the street
Oh, my mind is all made up
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
You move your mouth, you shake your tongue
So I'll have to be comin'
So I'll have to be comin'

This one's a doctor
Down the road in your life
And say, "My parents are still alive"
Your face, your lips, your hips
The origin of junk food, ruttin' through garbage
This one's a lawyer
You vibrate my eardrums

They had a summer that would make you blister
This one's a crazier, daydreamin' disaster

You're saying words
Well, late last winter down below the equator

You're not hu hu hu hu
This one's a cash fiend, takin' your money

Back on the metro, ride on the greyhound

Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Well, late last winter down below the equator
Please, shut up
You're not hungry though
You'll look in the mirror
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Now you tell me anything
You're not hungry though