Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick It Up, Drop It , by - Restiform Bodies. Release date: 29.09.2008
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Pick It Up, Drop It , by - Restiform Bodies. Pick It Up, Drop It |
| You drop it just to pick it up |
| You pick it up just to drop it |
| Drop it |
| Drop it |
| It’s the arcade coin operated organism |
| It’s controlled by a stick |
| It’s got a mouth with no lips |
| Where the prize is dispensed |
| The middle class got a prince, but |
| He’s doubled over with laughter |
| Once It’s granted his wish |
| The claw machine dream |
| Weaves huggable plush stuffies |
| In supernatural color |
| On a quarter from your mother |
| crowded in the cage looking hungry and abused |
| You grab for them, you get them, you lose them and feel confused |
| Every so many turns, an increased |
| Success rate will temporarily level |
| Your chances of getting paid and |
| The claw the toy crane |
| Getting machine game |
| Will tighten the grip strength |
| And raise the prize |
| Wait |
| It’s a hail Mary of outrage, |
| The basic motor reflex of a |
| Sucker don’t want to admit that |
| He’s been played |
| It builds a junky to think broken |
| He’s open to start shopping |
| The claw’s is a heart stolen |
| Focus on not stopping |
| The customer’s dissatisfied |
| The parking lot is paranoid |
| Bargain hunters flinching like |
| Spousal abuse veterans, just |
| Reacting to the sound of the |
| Public announcement system |
| If there are toys in the machine, we’ve got no animal control |
| But I’m going to settle this problem right |
| I’m going up in the Plexiglas cell and I’m staying the night |
| You never felt so shameless |
| At home with strip mall royalty |
| With the boy in the colorful stuffed toy bubble nativity |
| Mother was so surprised she snapped her thighs shut |
| Like she was closing her eyes tight and |
| Bad lighting be sucked she went for the point and shoot, |
| She shot my cave dive dash into the black hatch |
| Fainted and flushed |
| WE are coin coin operated organisms |
| We destroy joy making these unpleasant decisions |
| WE are coin coin operated organisms |
| We destroy joy making these unpleasant decisions |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up |
| Yeah you pick it up, pick it up, you pick it up, up |
| The machine spoke a spell so sweet and revealed much |
| I sunk my elbow deep in the chute to retrieve plush |
| Fuck this slow ride round a gold pole |
| The mall’s trashed, the miniature carousel is wack and |
| I’m an old soul I eat the whole thing |
| In the frenzy just to retrieve my prize I spilled my cold drink |
| The massive trapped by the spectacle that ensued is |
| Was a crowd of faux concern |
| Dressed in vest blues |
| Think I’m going to give up after thirty seconds of game play? |
| Just watch a mother fucker get famous in front of safe way |
| I’m in a rush but I don’t want to break the spell, now |
| How am I going to fit up in this Plexiglas cell |
| I see a box full of toys I’ve got to get inside |
| I put my arm in the hatch cause I was mesmerized |
| Now I’m screaming for my second life |
| Waiting for the gentle knife |
| Hoping that these people |
| Cut me out before tonight |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up |
| Yeah you pick it up up |
| We’re brain banging the coin slot toy trap machine while |
| The daughter of the automat’s collecting for the silver screen |
| You need a single rubber robot sealed inside a plastic bubble |
| Or your little devil’s guaranteed to breed all types of trouble |
| The mind fuck destroyer like a lover estranged |
| Might let you win a couple rounds just to drive you insane, |
| Yeah the mind fuck destroyer is no longer a game |
| It’s your employer and |
| Its claw is just a lawyer it’s tamed |
| WE see coin on top of coin outside the strip mall’s stacked |
| We might be satisfied, one thing’s for certain, we’re silly strapped |
| Look in at the toy village lottery ticket holders hanging |
| They mashing on the claw game |
| Careless til they drop it, Jeffrey-Jamming on the joysticks |
| Cheeks suddenly moistening |
| Playing make believe with a new friend named disappointment |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up up |
| Yeah you pick it up up just to drop it, just drop it |
| You drop it, drop it just to pick it up |
| Yeah you pick it up, pick it up, you pick it up, up |
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