Thursday, May 1, 2008

Antimatter (a heavily-seasoned, mash-up swing with a heartbeat kick drum and a zydeco accordion)

No matter how much cheese you put on a pizza
It would always taste better with more
No matter how many times you say you’re sorry
You are still goin’ out that door

Oh
Don’t somebody know what they got?
At home and
Don’t somebody know what they got?

You think your real life ain’t started yet
But what if this is as good as it gets?
Don’t somebody know what they got?
Oh – Don’t somebody know what they got?

No matter where you run to you’ll run out of time
And meet yourself at the door
No matter how you figure it doesn’t work out
You’ll feel guilty for wanting more

Oh
Don’t somebody know what they got?
At home and
Don’t somebody know what they got?

Searchin' for somethin' you've already found
Seems to be a lot of that goin' around
Don’t somebody know what they got?
Oh – Don’t somebody know what they got?

Oh
Don’t somebody know what they got?
At home and
Don’t somebody know what they got?

Yeah
Don’t nobody know what they got?

3 comments:

Anonymous said...

...ain't it.

Anonymous said...

Ain't nothin' gonna break my break my stride, nobody's gonna slow me down, oh no,I've got to keep on movin'.

Me said...

I can't decide if this is good or horrible.