The Microphones
You’re Standing on the Ground
You're standing on the ground
You're standing on the ground
The Ground. Teeth Ground
You finally hear the sound
Your stomach makes a sound
Surround. Pink Clound
You're standing on the ground
The light will knock you down
Lighthouse. Scraping Continents
You still breath in and out
You're sprawled across the ground
Heaped in a mound. Waves Pound