Moving Through (feat. Steely Dan) - The Real School Of Music

Our man Abu squeezes off 20 tracer rounds And that's when she jumps the turnstile And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train The Double A down to Sheridan Square Her cell phone rings It's, like, her stupid father Be in the door by ten—again Pixeleen Dream deep my three times perfect ultrateen Pixeleen Born in the bogs of Jersey Trained how to love and spy hard Dropped on the streets of Roppongi Soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot Just a flash of spectacular thigh Your pager starts to throb It's your as-if boyfriend Randall Better keep it real—or whatever Pixeleen Rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen Pixeleen Penned by a hack in the Palisades Backed by some guys from Columbia Shot all in digital video For a million and change Flash back to cool summer nights Freddy can we cut to the chase? In a room above your garage Everything about me is different Symmetrical and clean This is what I see Just a girl in girlie trouble Dancing in the video With gun and tambourine Pixeleen Be good my three times perfect ultrateen Pixeleen Born on the floor of a noodle shop Dropped in the bogs of Jersey Shot by a guy from Columbia Soaked through all in digital video Girl with the sweet backstory Pitched in a trailer in Burbank Cast by a cool-enough yes man Screened at a festival in Utah

Just when I say, "Boy, we can't miss You are golden", then you do this You say this guy is so cool Snapping his fingers like a fool One more expensive kiss-off Who do you think I am? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you don't seem to understand We got heavy rollers, I think you should know Try again tomorrow Can't you see they're laughing at me? Get rid of him I don't care what you do at home Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho And your elevator shoes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome What'd I tell you back down the line? I'll scratch your back, you can scratch mine No, he can't sleep on the floor What do you think I'm yelling for? I'll drop him near the freeway Doesn't he have a home? Lord, I know you're a special friend But you refuse to understand You're a nasty schoolboy with no place to go Try again tomorrow Don't tell me he'll wait in the car Look at you Holding hands with the man from Rio Would you care to explain? Who is the gaucho, amigo? Why is he standing in your spangled leather poncho With the studs that match your eyes? Bodacious cowboys Such as your friend will never be welcome here High in the Custerdome

In the beginning We could hang with the dude But it's been too much of nothing Of that stank attitude Now they curse your name And there's a bounty on your face It's your own fault daddy Godwhacker's on the case We track your almighty ass through seven heaven worlds Me, Slinky Redfoot And our trusty Angel-girls And when the stars bleed out That be the fever of the chase You better get gone poppie Godwhacker's on the case Be very very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Climb up the glacier Across bridges of light We sniff you, Big Tiger In the forest of the night 'Cause there's no escape From the Rajahs of Erase You better run run run Godwhacker's on the case Be very, very quiet Clock everything you see Little things might matter later At the start of the end of history Yes we are the Godwhackers Who rip and chop and slice For crimes beyond imagining It's time to pay the price You better step back son Give the man some whacking space You know this might get messy Godwhacker's on the case