Текст песне : Modest Mouse. The Lonesome Crowded West. Doin' the Cockroach.

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 fiend, takin' your money
Back on the metro, ride on the greyhound
Drunk on the Amtrak
Please, shut up

Another rider, he was a talker
And well, talkin' 'bout TV
Please, shut up

This one's a crazier, daydreamin' disaster
The origin of junk food, ruttin' through garbage
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit
We're doin' the cockroach, yeah

Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
Alright, not bad

Doin' the cockroach, yeah
Doin' the cockroach, yeah, yeah
Alright, not bad, not bad

You move your mouth, you shake your tongue
You vibrate my eardrums
You're saying words
But she felt I'm not listenin'

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

You say, you're acting you
Now you tell me anything
You're not hu hu hu hu
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
So I'll have to be comin'

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

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