Doin\' the Cockroach
 作词 : Isaac Brock
 作曲 : Isaac Brock

I was in heaven
I was in hell
Believe in neither
But fear them as well
This one's a doctor
This one's a lawyer
This one's a cash thief
Taking your money
Back in the Metro
Ride on a Greyhound
Drunk on the Amtrack
Please shut up!
Another rider
He was a talker
Talking about TV
Please shut up!
This one's a crazer
Daydreaming disaster
The origin of junk food
Rutting through garbage
Tasty but worthless
Dogs eat their own ****
We're doing the cockroach, yeah

Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Yeah
All right, not bad
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Yeah
All right, not bad
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Yeah
All right, not bad
Not bad, no

One year
Twenty years
Forty years
Fifty years
Down the road in your life
You'll look in the mirror and say
"My parents are still alive!"

You move your mouth
You shake your tongue
You vibrate my eardrums
You're saying words
But you know I ain't listening

You're walking down the street
Your face
Your lips
Your hips
Your eyes
They meet
You're not hungry though

Well, late last winter
Down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up
Well, late last winter
Down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up
Well, late last winter
Down below the equator
They had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all
Oh, my mind is all
Oh, my mind is all made up
So I'll have to sleep in it