Each night I pray that I'll meet God
Under the worry of my thoughts, uh-huh
There's nothing better than to be
All phantom thread with somebody, so nice
A kid I used to babysit
Drinks himself off a Dimes Square bench, uh-huh
Uh-huh, oh yeah
Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeals
'Cause I'm not the man who sold the world
Well, I saw exactly what I asked for
I'm the well-adjusted Herb, uh-huh
A teenage girl just sized me up
It's something I don't wanna discuss, uh-huh
What's wrong? I don't know
So tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeals
I'm not the man who sold the world
Well, Jesus is dead and so's New York
I built a place right down the shore, it's nice
Do you remember DFA?
Misshapes and oh the great Longwave, I do
And I miss it all the time
So tell them to grease the wheels
Flip the hourglass, start up the steal
'Cause I'm not the man who sold the world
We drove forever and the venue herbs
Took all of our money and all of our merch
(What's going on, do you wanna sing?)
Let's make it Bleachers, let's make it shore
You know the louder you scream, the harder he blows
Don't you know, what I mean
Texas man, cause a scene
Tell them to grease the wheels
Pull the arrow back, start the appeals
'Cause I'm not the man who sold the world
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