David Duchovny

David Duchovny - Positively Madison Avenue lyrics

rate me

(Verse)

Joker man takes off his mask

Reveals a car salesman and at last says

"Grow up, son, you know it's just a masquerade now"

Bigger boy, I'm in the bar, sunken ways (?!)

You can work up quite a thirst

Watching all 'em bubbles burst

I was following down the armored twitter

He twitted "son, I don't like to see ya bitter"

But if you wanna get in this kind of shade

Well, it's abstinence and a protein shake

Or you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

Yeah, you could lose your appetite

Watching wrong pass for right

(Chorus)

Sit me a place at the bar

By the dealer who was selling cars

All hell with stripes and with stars

By the dealer who was selling cars

(Verse 2)

Voyage, critics, bloggers, vultures

Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture

And what we fiddle as corporations

Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial

All men are created equal, more or less

Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless!

Don't call me a hypocrite, naive

You can take this good as given, still believe

Mo-Town slam pictures of Lucky 7

While they believin' Pete Seagel has the hitches with the Heaven

I have learned the victor's secrets

You show panties(?!) and still manage _____(?)

(Chorus)

(Verse 3)

I don't wanna complain

But this old world seems gray

They're banging at the wall, I think

Was written to dissipate within (?!)

I'm sure your morals are beyond reproach

But it's not like I'm asking you to fly coach

I know it's uncool not to be ironic

And I know that you're bulletproof iconic

I really should be throwing stones

And all, cause this _____(?) fox I made my bones

We're all guilty of sin

After we've forced someone to keep from getting in

Those who used to hustle a hoe(?!)

Fasts the nooses now out of a velvet rope

But I guess there's nothing much to do

Cause only you can write the song that gets to you

I guess there's nothing much to do

Cause only you can write the song that gets to you

(Chorus)

Sit me a place at the bar

By the dealer who was selling cars

Well, I guess I should be goin'

Aw, shit, does that sound like Cohen? (?!)

(Guitar solo)

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