Lyrics 50212 - David Byrne

50212

With every swell and every wave
The riptide carries me away out to sea
And in a sheltered cove, I found
The pretty people hanging out there for me
Picture perfect, memographic
Money market, what you gonna do?
Beg and borrow, the old straight and narrow
Supple tomorrow, 50 212
Like someone whistling in the dark
Got used to living in my car for a while
Going places, wearing braces
Remember faces, all you gotta do
Go to college, gather knowledge
Get acknowledged, 50 212, 50 212, 50 212
Silently watching as she sleeps
Brushing the hair from off her cheek
And she says
Mind your manners, I’m growing backwards
The seven wonders, I’ll be black and blue
Touching, feeling, and heavy breathing
Oh, what you using?
50 212
Forget about it, mmh, but I doubt it
Got around it, see that point of view
I can’t remember the private number
The unknown caller, 50 212, 50 212, 50 212