| Lyrics: | Your Ethos
Your Pathos
Your Porthos
Your Aramis
Your Brut Cologne
You're writing
home
You are hopeless
Your hopelessness
Is rising around you, rising around you
You
like it
It gives you something to do
In the day time
Hey buddy, you need a hobby
You
are tired of moving forward
You think of the future
And secretly you piddle your
pants
The puddle of piddle
Which used to be little
Is rising around you, rising around
you
You like it
It gives you something to do
In the night time
Well, you travel to
bars
You also go to Winchell's Doughnuts
And hang out with the Highway Patrol
Sometimes
you'll go to a pizza place
You go toSharkey's to get that
American kind of pizza
That
has the ugly, waxey, fake yellow kind
Of yellow Cheese on the top...
Then you go to Straw
Hat Pizza,
To get all of those artificial ingredients
That never belonged on a pizza in the
first place
(But the white people really like it...)
Oh well, you'll go anyplace, you'll do
anything
Oh you'll give me your underpants
I hope these aren't yours, buddy...
They're
very nice, though
You'll go to Santa Monica Boulevard,
You'll go to the Blue Parrot
No
problem, you'll go anyplace
You'll do anything
Just so you can hang out with the
others
The others just like you
Afraid of the future
(Death Valley Days, straight
ahead)
The future is scary
Yes, it sure is
Well, the puddle is rising
It smells like
the ocean
A body of water to isolate England
And also Reseda
The oil, in patches
All
over Atlantis, Atlantis
You remember Atlantis
Donovan, the guy with the brocade
coat,
Used to sing to you abo |
