Move aside
and let the man go through,
Let the man go through.
If I stole
Somebody else's wave
to fly up,
If I rose
up with the avenue
behind me,
Some kind of verb,
Some kind of moving thing,
Something unseen,
Some hand is motioning,
to rise, to rise, to rise.
Too fat, fat you must cut lean,
You got to take the elevator to the mezzanine,
Chump change, and it's on,
Super bon bon, Super bon bon
And by the phone
I live in fear,
Sheer chance will draw
You in to here...
- Soul Coughing
