Moving Day Songtext
von Psychostick

Aw, crap!
Aw, ah, oh fine
Grrrr, god-damn it
Saturday, sure
My god, what have I done?

Move his stuff
Move his stuff
Move his stuff
Move his stuff

Staring at the wall
What have I committed to?
A sacred social pact
Something you cannot undo
Friendship maintenance and guilt
Forms a moving crew
If I do not help you move
Then you won′t help me move


You told us to be here right at noon
Yet you are still packing and guilty of betrayal number one
We're working, but you have been slacking

Up and down and up and down
And up and down the stairs again

You hoard all your useless crap
You refuse to donate to goodwill
And I sacrifice my weekend
To wading through your forsaken loot
And we repeatedly ask, "What is this?"
"Where′s this go?" "What do you do with this?"
I now descend down the stairs
Prone all alone in the spider basement

Up and down and up and down
And up and down the stairs again
Up and down and up and down
I wish that you were not my friend

What is all this pointless shit you kept?
Ugly lobster tongs from your Uncle Jeff
Curse your box, that's overstuffed
With textbooks, you forgot existed


Oh shit, woah
This is fun!

It's moving day
Nothing says, "Thanks, buddy"
Like a five dollar Little Caesars, hot and ready
It′s moving day
Nothing gives life meaning
Like doing heavy lifting all day and sneezing

It′s moving day
Nothing says commitment
Like the friend with the truck that couldn't make it
It′s moving day
I just love getting splinters
Then whacking my shins before smashing my fingers

God-damn it
Ow
Two more trips, and we got this

Move his stuff
Move his stuff
There's more stuff
So much stuff

Flinch from that dog that barks
Every freakin′ time you pass by it
And we disagree, please tell me
How do you move a goddamn plant?
Drip on my head, now it rains
And I'm wet, the boxes are ripping
And spilling all your cables, kneeling down
On the ground now, my shoes are all squishy

DVI and VGA
S-Video and RCA
USB 1, 2, and 3
Mini, Micro, A and B
40-Pin IDE
A wired mouse from ′93
Broken parts you can't replace
You better keep 'em just in case

Guilty of betrayal number two
All the restaurants closed, and it′s too late for food
You disappeared two hours ago
Come back and now you smell like reefer
Dude, I′m about to beat you to death with this vacuum cleaner

It's moving day
So glad it′s raining
I'm hauling your junk as you stand there complaining
It′s moving day
Well, this is a treat
The Sun's gone down and there′s nothing to eat

It's moving day
Betrayal number three
You exaggerated how quick this would be
It's moving day
Having so much fun
It′s 1 a.m. and we′re still not done

Movin' a couch
Movin′ a couch
Oh, hold on a second, I'm losing my grip (hold on)
Movin′ a couch
Movin' a couch
Ow! Ow! You′re crushing my hand

Movin' a couch
Movin' a couch
We′re movin′ a couch
Ugh, let's stop for a second
Should we take the legs off?
Should we take the door off?
No-no-no, just tilt it a little that way
No, my right, not-not your right
Tilt it up and twist it, like, no

Cool, we put another hole in the wall!
Well, kiss that deposit goodbye
Fuck that door, we didn′t need it anyway

Break out the chainsaw
Gonna cut it in half
One love seat's now two recliners
I′ll set all your stuff on fire

Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Furniture
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Watch it burn

Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Old apartment
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
New apartment too

Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground
Hey, do you need both of these blenders?
Burn it to the ground
Burn it to the ground

'Cause I really need a blender
I really like smoothies
I saw a sweet recipe online
I wanna try it, my blender′s broke
Ah, you have two, doesn't make any sense