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 Taking your money Back of the metro Ride on the greyhound Drunk on the Amtrak Please shut up Another rider He was a talker Talking about TV Please shut up This one's a crazer Daydreaming disaster The origin of junk food Rutting through garbage Tasty but worthless Dogs eat their own shit We're doing the cockroach yeah Doin' the cockroach yeah Doin' the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad) Doin' the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad) Doin' the cockroach yeah (alright, not bad) 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 move your mouth You shake your tongue You vibrate my eardrums You're saying words But you know I ain't listening You're walking down the street Your face Your lips Your hips Your eyes They meet 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 sleep in it So I'll have to sleep in it So I'll have to sleep in it --- Doin' the Cockroach - Modest Mouse