On the Drag

"I won't die until I'm dead,"
Are the first words that he said
Don't try to interrupt him,
'Cause he's never gonna stop
And the sun is standing still
With all this time to kill
And I'm trying to walk away
From 1st Avenue to A

On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back

On the drag, on the drag
He's the genuine disaster
And he's gonna make his case
On the drag

You're only happy when you're sad
You're top fueled and you're bad
Parachute in your back pack and
Your knees under your chin
And your boyfriend's getting mad
With all this time you waste
Trying to put your finger on it
The allure of St. Marks place

On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back

On the drag, on the drag
He's the genuine disaster
And he's bound to lose his crown
On the drag

On the drag, on the drag
We're all waiting 'round for something
And it's never coming back

On the drag, on the drag
He's the genuine disaster
And he's come to make his case
On the drag



Credits
Writer(s): John Flansburgh, John Linnell
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