Apple Internet Phones Lyrics

You know I left you one the road

Like a vapor eating toad stuck in a dungeon way down deep

Until you crawled back in my sleep

You came to devour

My dreams became sour

Incrementally by hour

Shifting back and forth

I waded across the floor

Behind my wooden door

A best calling out ROARKE

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

And now we're spellbound, in a haze

I've got my tail between my legs

In the mirror practicing shrugs

Jamming to God of the Bugs

On our Apple Internet Phones

On our oboes blowing out tones

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

Iridule eyes

You can't see the iris

X-ing out of a computer virus

Got an overdue Blockbuster

In my suitcase

Got the TSA searching

Better quicken the pace.

On a Sunday sat you down said stay for a day

And I would have could have tried to put it cut it stay away

But I gotta take a second

Think of what you'd say

And I always set the thing to bed

And close my eyes and pray.

Sitting round a bonfire clapping out a song

Everybody always gets it wrong

They get it right if I say it twice

If not third or fourth

Then five they get it right

Yelling fuck

Down with the Devil

He's a dirty rat

He sold out his friends

Now his wallet is fat

He had fifteen

But now he's clean

And nobody's getting their fucking weed

Down with the Devil

He's a dirty rat

He sold out his friends

Now his wallet is fat

He had fifteen

But now he's clean

And nobody's getting their fucking weed

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck

Yelling fuck

Fuck fuck fuck