Down Songtext
von Ezra Furman
Down Songtext
What the fuck do I do all day laying in bed?
Caught in a web of desire
What the fuck can it mean to me, noise in my head?
Hanging my heart on a wire
Lost and found and lost again (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Making daddy proud (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got my tongue all caught up in my throat (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Trying to tell you I′m down (ooh-ooh)
The 46th floor has a beautiful view
But I'm living down in the basement
And I got no reception, so I can′t call you
And you can't call me, so we're even
Leaving town with nothing left (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Making daddy proud (ooh-ooh-ooh)
How can a man get anything done (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Feeling this way? I′m down (ooh-ooh)
Da, da, da, da, da, down
Da, da, da, down, down
Da, da, da, da, down
Listening to records about high school and girls
Caught in a meaningless circle
Strangled to death by your ropy gold curls
Watching the sky turning purple
All the drugs didn′t do me no good (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm sick of non-stop anaesthetic (ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I want the world to remember my name (ooh-ooh-ooh)
But I know you′ll probably forget it
Caught in a web of desire
What the fuck can it mean to me, noise in my head?
Hanging my heart on a wire
Lost and found and lost again (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Making daddy proud (ooh-ooh-ooh)
Got my tongue all caught up in my throat (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Trying to tell you I′m down (ooh-ooh)
The 46th floor has a beautiful view
But I'm living down in the basement
And I got no reception, so I can′t call you
And you can't call me, so we're even
Leaving town with nothing left (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Making daddy proud (ooh-ooh-ooh)
How can a man get anything done (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
Feeling this way? I′m down (ooh-ooh)
Da, da, da, da, da, down
Da, da, da, down, down
Da, da, da, da, down
Listening to records about high school and girls
Caught in a meaningless circle
Strangled to death by your ropy gold curls
Watching the sky turning purple
All the drugs didn′t do me no good (ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh-ooh)
I'm sick of non-stop anaesthetic (ooh-ooh-ooh)
And I want the world to remember my name (ooh-ooh-ooh)
But I know you′ll probably forget it
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