Going to Babble On - The Strokes

Like a tiger, they will chase you down

With words instead of claws

They will seduce you 'til you reach the point

To let yourself get mauled, oh

The worse reality gets, the less you wanna hear about it

Solidarity can be difficult

When you got cool stuff to lose

I wanna be a 7-foot zombie

The pay is low, but I gotta do somethin'

I'm at the mall and the song is bumpin'

There goes my future wife in the little red jumpsuit

I'm goin' away to the country

Don't wander off too far

I'm goin' out my mind

Throwin' all my plans out the window

Don't wanna waste my life

I'll see you on the other side

I've been thinkin' about what I wanna say

But I'm an old man now

At least that's what they tell me anyway

We've been expanding on our greatness

Building future ruins

We're buildin' castles from the bones of dead trees

Molded from the shattered ashes of the Dead Sea

I moved away to the country

I had to change my way

But I kinda miss you now

Stockbrokers flyin' out the window

I kinda miss that sound

Don't wanna wake up Pa (Haha)

(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

(Doo-doo-doo-doo)

(Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo)

(Doo-doo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo)

I can't wait, I'm goin' shoppin'

I'm at the mall and the song is bumpin'

I wanna be a 7-foot starfish

Above the law, a political puppet

I'm goin' back to the city

I'm 'bout to lose my mind

I'm gonna stay alive

I'm climbin' out through the window

I miss the shops and malls

I'm gonna meet you there

Still throwin' my phone out the window

I'm gonna soothe my soul

Can't wait, I'm goin' shoppin'

If you're better than me, you don't have to judge me