P.o.s. - Crispin Glover lyrics

...Yeah... ...You can't start every song with a "Yeah!"... ...But it's cool whatever... ...You think I'm shocking joke... ...It's like a, an after shock... you know?... ...Yeah I took something and exactly what... ...Tryna make one of those like oh get one... ...They come back yeah? Haha... Yeah! We drop dimes on the wrong People, places and things We bring signs to picket For those dimed on Petition tickets in long lines for leaders But sometimes there's already a dime in the meter So One of them days You can pick up your check Mix a drink Or a pack of Camel Lights in the deck And feel free Sick of the news So give the brain a rest Cut the MPR And sing along to the Soviets Mock socialite Minneapple transplant Used to be the kid That made the parents miss their cans Can't stand that Steady, sober for years Imagine that Black sheep gettin' blamed For the missing beers I guess somethings change While others remain refrained From dwelling on the days spent Stiff lip Broke plain I came up strange But still I'm sane And I'ma always have a bit a Piss and vinegar in the veins In short: Rockin' the same I stay grounded Ain't nobody jockin' the name I'll tell you what You stay fly I'll stay McFly You keep it crisp 'n clean I'll keep it crispin glover [Chorus] To those who listen Those in the pits To the backyard kids Off the head in the ______ To those who listen South Minneapps To the Hopkins cat Tryna get in and fit in Yeah We hit the snooze To sleep and keep dreamin' We treat the days Like the nights we keep dreamin' We wanna toss 20/20 for rent And we tryna make a dollar Off a dime in a ball of lint No quick bucks We live a bit slower And double trouble Double bubbles But never bubbles over It gets bad Not as bad as it gets So give a hubba hubba To your baby girl and hug her I'm a little boy Tryna be a grown man Tryna see his little boy Grow into his own man Right, so I'ma kick the cynicism a little 'Cuz if the world's still spinnin' Then his future looks bright And if the world's still spinnin' I'ma keep livin' Just like I need to Just under equal Just a little outta step With the people Show my little lamb Not to move Like the sheep do We stay outside With head up high We stay grounded Don't mix up conceit with pride And tell 'em You stay fly I'll stay McFly You keep it crisp 'n clean I'll keep it crispin glover [Chorus] To those who listen Those in the pits To the backyard kids Off the head in the ______ To those who listen South Minneapps To the Hopkins cat Tryna get in and fit in Do your thing homie Do what you can If you a little outta step Homie show me your hands Doomtree And do what they can Homie Laser Beak And do what they can