There's a certain slickness and pressure in it Maybe it's nostalgia, rubbed the wrong way I don't hear the sound it turns acidic Bound by decisions, forget about it Tried to be of service, it was fun Walked by the glitter in the gutter Quite a scene every friday night How do I get in Don't smother me it's time I said it Buy bells and whistles provided by No I don't seem to remember right Adding dimensions to sour chat Buy me this house you're full of it Buy me this couch I got to sit here Lost my esteem you're too specific Mine your way out of this in time Looks like you see through it Despite the clear sign on the door