La la la la la la la
(primordial whining noises)
Q: Say, What'd ya do man?
A: Moved up to the city.
Did a movie
Cut a record
Wrote a book
Looked hella pretty.
Q: Hey, where'd you go man?
A: Better pay those parking tickets.
Goddamn. I'm still so out of place.
I feel it in the glares the give me.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Where am I supposed to go?
I'm trapped inside.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Could this be my chance to go?
I'm shoved aside.
Alone again inside a rat,
Partying with all of my friends.
I love living when it's cool.
But isn't homicide the test?
1.2.3. Save some for me, and
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill everyone and everybody.
Q: How ya been, man?
A: Hell yeah. Things are getting better.
I've got all my shit together
But I'm still under the weather.
Statement: Looking good, man!
Response: I'm much more confident.
I know I'm gonna slay 'em.
As a child I dreamed of slaying people.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
People start to know my name.
And come say hi.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
Wait; I'm in the middle-middle.
If I can really play the game
I'll be alright.
Now that it's done the feeling is gone.
Wish I could go back to before the end.
Was this a party or a job?
I'll never lose it again.
(lyrics: RoMak/music: Tleilax, Shechet)