The light is green, but you’re not moving
It’s a stoplight, after all
It’s not a go light
It ain’t your night
You need a bug-light, so you can pop and crawl
Sure I’ll share your ugly ducklin’ alcohol
Surgery’s over and you’re bouncin’ back
So spill your guts, friend
But, hey, not on my pants
You’re not out of luck
You still got half a pack of cigarettes
It’s enemy, lonely, lonely boy
Why don’t you go see a show?
It’s a sure-fire cure
Pretend the drumbeat is your heart
Double Joe
Double Joe
He ain’t afraid of his cymbals
All those jumpin’ jacks
They’re just heart attacks
That sugar smacks you every time
You wanna be anonymous, well
You could be like parallel linеs
If you want to be untouchable
Well, you could bе a hologram
But home is where you hang out
Not where you hang yourself
Life is just a fleetin’ opportunity
To do a belly-dance on an atomic particle
Existence is essence and love is just a silly aftertaste
It’s enemy, lonely, lonely, boy
Why don’t you go see a show?
It’s a sure-fire cure
Pretend the drumbeat is your heart
Double Joe
Double Joe
He ain’t afraid of his cymbals
Double Joe
He ain’t afraid of his cymbals
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