Post Grad

Sticking to the script I used to know Making plans and standing up to go All my old tricks slip into place As we carry on It's a three piece suit made of stone And it weighs a ton Take it off for me won't you Meanwhile I keep getting older Go uphill Pushing my boulder To fall down Back to the bottom And up once more Can you keep up Answering their questions from the well Bottomless, a crater I can tell Are you eating enough to get through all these colder days Has your shirt been washed since the last time you came This way Take it off for me wont you Meanwhile I keep getting older Go uphill Pushing my boulder To fall down Back to the bottom And up once more Meanwhile I keep getting older Go uphill Pushing my boulder To fall down Back to the bottom And up once more Ooh Can you keep up Brooklyn can't stop dancing To all these angsty piles of noises I don't feel a damn thing At all So fill me up with poison Find your own damn socks I've got a boulder to push