Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Benjamin Kweller
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Benjamin Kweller
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benjamin Kweller
Mixing Engineer
Songteksten
Looks like we found an escape for the public
The radio just hasn't played for seven years
New information for all the kids to soak up
My server's down and I'm in tears
I am the makeup and the tongue-ringing and the mindless
The man behind the desk names her the dollar sign
We dance around the rosies and the blazing fire
And with devotion wait in line
Hey, you, ooh, gotta do your own thing, honey
And stay true, so please
Make us believers, honey
Don't you ever leave us, honey
It's up to you
Don't be so pressured to pay your debt to America
You're young, just do your thing, you'll see you're not alone
The fetal girl seems to be much more important
Than the baby girl that's born
Climb through the atmosphere and hang out with some color
We stop and scratch our heads and think like taking drugs
We are the cops, the crooks, the cats, the blind, the genius
It's time to take out your earplugs
Watch where you're going
'Cause you, ooh, gonna do your own thing, honey
Hey, you'll make it through, so please
Let us cry on your shoulder, honey
You make me feel so much older, honey
It's up to you
Hey, you, ooh, gotta do your own thing, honey
And stay true, so please
Make us believers, honey
Don't you ever leave us, honey
It's up to you
Woo
Oh, it's up to you now
It's up to you
Written by: Benjamin Kweller

