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Positively Madison Avenue

David Duchovny2015年5月12日

Positively Madison Avenue 歌詞

Positively Madison Avenue - David Duchovny

Joker man takes off his mask

Reveals a car salesman and at last says

"Grow up son you know it's just a masquerade now

Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade"

You can work up quite a thirst

Watchin' all them bubbles burst

I was following Ghandi on the twitter

He tweeted "Son I don't like to see you bitter"

But if you wanna get in this kind of shape

Well it's abstinence and a protein shake

Or you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

Yeah you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

All hail the stripes and the stars

Bobby Dylan was selling cars

Voyeurs critics bloggers vultures

Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture

In wrote we fiddle as corporations

Pull out to other nations give Mother Earth a facial

All men are created equal more or less

Free to negotiate a sequel God bless

Don't call me a hypocrite naive

You can take as good as given still believe

Mo Town slam pictures of Lucky 7

While they believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven

Oh I have learned the victor's secrets

You can show panties and still remain a Jesus

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

All hail the stripes and the stars

Bobby Dylan was selling cars

I don't wanna

Complain

But this whole world

Seems strange

The writing on the wall I think

Was written to disappear in ink

I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach

But it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach

I know it's uncool not to be ironic

And I know that you're bulletproof iconic

I really shouldn't be throwin' stones no

Cause chasing spooks on fox I made my bones

We're all guilty of sin

Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in

Those who used to hustle ho

Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope

But I guess there's nothin' much to do

Cause only you can write the song that gets to you

I guess there's nothing much to do

Cause only you can write the song that gets to you

Save me a place at the bar

Bobby Dylan who was selling cars

Well I guess I should be goin'

 

Aw sh*t is that Leonard Cohen