Tonight the city is full of....radios
and all the distortion pedals are melted
there's Sonic Youth posters nailed up onto the...ceiling
and the roof is falling down on my brain
that's why
I got no mind
I got no mind
got no mind
somebody burned down the picnic
and somebody kissed their own ass by mistake
and the cliches are gettin eaten up
by the termites with the malt liquor
and the guitar tuners and the Pussy Galore song
that's why
I play all night
I got no mind
feel so fine
and the big radio sound is pumping up and down
jumpin thru the hoops
making every motion seem like forever
there's air conditioning and brand new nails
and phone calls from people in Chicago
...why
pay no mind
got no mind
stay outside
so turn up the levels
and talk to your devils
and bust out your tennis shoes and your mayonnaise
it's all the situations and all the celebrations
and all the contaminations that make you
breed off the carpet
that's why
I pay no mind
(cough) got no mind
might need a cough drop
well there's verses and sounds
falling like pounds and pounds of
sand weights from the heavens
and she dangles like a bottle
talkin thru the steering wheels
and broken pantyhose
that's why
I pay no mind
sleep in slime
put out CDs
the amplifiers are amplifying
the things that you never knew
could ever be the same as you
there's wires and plugs
and slugs slithering out into the paint thinner
that's why
I pay no mind
I pay no mind
got no mind
your swivel chairs and sunglasses
and your fully-blown out scenes of ecstasy
turn up the volume and the treble
and call them all the nasty things that you can
stick into your paper
with your pen
shove your pen up into the air
write everything and
like you just don't care
but it feels good
when you pull off the scenery
and there's puppets and dollar bills
and there's weight-loss pills
and there's cherries and there's potato chips
and the time is runnin low
and there's nowhere else to go
so let's go down
666 up into
I'm raising all my lows
and I'm lowering all my disappointments
