Who Are Ya

Who are ya? Who are ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark Who are ya? Who are ya? With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiated hole Like an arpeggio I cannot stay, I cannot go I call the elevator down, call the elevator And we go downtown And then are rains on you, and then it pours And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors And then you're shocked at how you have to come to some crocodile form of the truth Like a voice coming up through the floor So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear I've made it almost halfway, dear May I hang from the branches of the past to put that crocodile and his crocodile tears Who are ya? Who are ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark Who are ya? Who are ya? With your hand on the neck of your fathers before ya Ignoring the fact that they made you all that you are You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light Why do you cry, arpeggio? Why be, arpeggio? Cry the arpeggio Because you cry arpeggio, oh, oh --- Who Are Ya - Wolf Parade