Disco Drive - Les Savy Fav

Look-look-looking in the pink

While living in the red

Pissing in the sink-sink-sink

Too drunk to find the head

Beg-beg-begging for the black

Make me rich or make me dead

I want a little pick me up

So I won’t stumble down tonight

Considering staying alive

Hitchhiking on the Disco Drive

Sometimes jobs turn to vacations

But always I must earn

Waiting for standing ovations

For filing my tax returns

Searching for zippers

But finding only seams

The seamstress for strippers

Must suspects my dirty peeking schemes*

I want a little pick me up

So I won’t stumble down tonight

Considering staying alive

Wish I could only Disco Drive

A man can only do his best

I’m skipping steps and I’m taking breaths

Hold your horses, cool your jets

You can’t make me be finished yet

Don’t trust the poets, they want to get paid

They’re playing their trade to the art of getting laid

Don’t trust the prophets, their visions are fudged

They’re buying our houses while selling us floods

The hours will get you

The owls will get you

When I was a swear word

The hours we shot-gunned

The hours will get you

The hours will get you

The owls will get you

The hours will get you