"Doin' The Cockroach" lyrics - MODEST MOUSE

I was in heaven, I was in hell
Believe in neither, but fear them as well!
This one's a doctor, this one's a lawyer
This one's a cash thief, taking your money!
Back in the Metro, ride on a Greyhound
Drunk on the Amtrak, please shut up!
Another rider, he was a talker
Talking about TV, please shut up!
This one's a crazer, daydreaming disaster
The origin of junk food, rutting through garbage!
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit
We're doing the cockroach, yeah!

[Chorus:]
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
All right, not bad
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
All right, not bad
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
All right, not bad, not bad, go!

One year, twenty years, forty years
Fifty years down the road in your life
You'll look in the mirror and say, "my parents are still alive!"

You move your mouth, you shake your tongue
You vibrate my eardrums
You're saying words but you know I ain't listening

You're walking down the street
Your face, your lips, your hips, your eyes, they meet
You're not hungry though

Well, late last winter, down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up, so I'll have to sleep in it
Well, late last winter, down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up, so I'll have to sleep in it
Well, late last winter
Down below the equator
They had a summer that would
Make you blister
And oh, my mind is all
Oh, my mind is all
Oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it

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