Parquet Courts 앨범 : Human Performance (Explicit Ver.)
My misophonia brought
the faders up
Now she's a military grade
In Dolby Surround around 5.1
Cue the barking from the baritone
Conductor in the pit
for the car honk duet
Half-tone harmony from the sewer
Rebel youth choir belt
phrases even newer
Dump truck man drops
the beat with trash cans
Call 911 We got therapy demands
Philharmonic got
a first chair car crash
Pan the falsetto to smash the glass
It's a drive-by lullaby
that couldn't get worse
A melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun
Sight read the chart
Clap the rocks into sand
A 12-pass van
on a pot-hole band stand
Got an oil can
hangover by default
And trucks pave the roads
with amphetamine salt
Skull shaking cadence
of the J train rolls
The rhythm of defeat
repeating like a pulse
Marching on and static
lyrics shout a retort
To the melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun
My misophonia brought
the faders up
Now she's a military grade
In Dolby Surround around 5.1
Cue the barking from the baritone
Conductor in the pit
for the car honk duet
Half-tone harmony from the sewer
Rebel youth choir belt
phrases even newer
Dump truck man drops
the beat with trash cans
Call 911 We got therapy demands
Philharmonic got
a first chair car crash
Pan the falsetto to smash the glass
It's a drive-by lullaby
that couldn't get worse
A melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun
Sight read the chart
Clap the rocks into sand
A 12-pass van
on a pot-hole band stand
Got an oil can
hangover by default
And trucks pave the roads
with amphetamine salt
Skull shaking cadence
of the J train rolls
The rhythm of defeat
repeating like a pulse
Marching on and static
lyrics shout a retort
To the melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun
My misophonia brought
the faders up
Now she's a military grade
In Dolby Surround around 5.1
Cue the barking from the baritone
Conductor in the pit
for the car honk duet
Half-tone harmony from the sewer
Rebel youth choir belt
phrases even newer
Dump truck man drops
the beat with trash cans
Call 911 We got therapy demands
Philharmonic got
a first chair car crash
Pan the falsetto to smash the glass
It's a drive-by lullaby
that couldn't get worse
A melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun
Sight read the chart
Clap the rocks into sand
A 12-pass van
on a pot-hole band stand
Got an oil can
hangover by default
And trucks pave the roads
with amphetamine salt
Skull shaking cadence
of the J train rolls
The rhythm of defeat
repeating like a pulse
Marching on and static
lyrics shout a retort
To the melody abandoned
in the key of New York
Where nothing comes after
I'm a passtime streamer
Hanging from the rafters
I don't get out
I don't have fun
Living like a captive of the sun