I Feel My Stuff

I think I waited too long
I'm moving into the dollhouse
Some days we exercise
Some days we harmonize
Look away, look away, look away, oh, yeah

Emily said she'd suddenly awaken
Look at that guy with the government coupon
Yoo-hoo, yoo-hoo, gonna get you
Japanese chairs in somebody's concert
Telephone bills on the company paycheck
Who knew? Who knew? I do

Emily, lost her mobile phone
Last night's dance on a bumpy road
I'm moving out in the cold
Lebanese, Chinese in my school
Imagine who can make you cool
I need my laser, don't more

The fiercest cat, the hottest gun, the meanest dog and the hottest sun
You got to hold the peelings in your hands, baby
It's a safety belt, it's a Christian crime
It's a rocket ship, it's a joke of mine
I took away the day that I'd be gone, shoot

Lebanese take their sailors home
The broken stuff in the outer wall
I'm moving out in the road
Memorize toilets, Chang Mai School
I like my song, but I lost my cool
I need my laser, don't move

Lowered in the ground where the Duchess grows
Where the word is true and the girls are strong
I'm gonna smell it, sell it, tell it to my ear
Take another life of a wretched soul
When they get too high and the bushes grow
And they take it, shake it, break it in my mind

The fiercest cat, the cuntiest gun, the written word in a foreign tongue
You got to hold it all before it drops, baby
It's a little bit, it's a lot inside
It's a bigger thing than you can hide
I took away the parts that need controlling, shoot

Hooligans jump in the budget sign
Where the tropic zone, where the fix is fine
Gonna make it, shake it, break it in my mind
Stinky little bird in a dirty tree
Gonna figure out it's your lucky day
Gonna smell it, sell it, tell it to my ear

Lowered in the ground where the Duchess grows
Where the word is true and the girls are strong
Gonna take it, shake it, brake it side by side
Take another life of a wretched soul
When they get too high and the bushes grow
Gonna make it, shake it, tuck it in my hair

Come on, sing it (I feel my stuff)
I get enough
I come back to be stronger
I feel my stuff
I changed my luck
I come back to be stronger

Don't look at me, I feel my stuff
I get enough
I come back to be stronger, oh no
I feel my stuff
I changed my luck
I come back to be stronger

Whoa



Credits
Writer(s): David Byrne, Brian Peter George Eno
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