It seems like I've been here before tonight
It seems like I've been here before
I'd like to TV, talk, and advertise
We peddle candy door to door

And hold tight; don't make no plans
And don't talk; don't say no words
And be still; now move like this
And hold on; until it kills

And hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tight

And hold on
And hold tight
And hold on
And hold tight

Why do the good things happen in the past?
Streamline the news and trim the fat
I love the city but I hate my job
And this old city loves me back

It's like a screen inside a screen
They can trace it through the night into the church
It seems it's never going to end
Until our life cuts through the air into the womb