Phife & Merle Songtext
von Flip Rushmore

We lost Phife and we lost Merle
Say, these things come in threes
And you look like the type of guy
That might just catch the disease
The type of guy to rest in peace
I know enough to
Not believe in our insidious fate
The one that comes alive when
You′re about to make your escape
It's a fatal mistake
And the sirens sing
You don′t belong
Just so you know
It won't be long


Please don't lose me now
I′m still delivering
Head stuck in the clouds
That I′ve been livin' in
And you can′t plot this chorus
Any better than I

This mix of red and blue will
Try to hide the ugliest truth
The man who broods alone and
Uses when he's working the booth
He′s forever aloof
Please don't lose me now
Just a disc in a vault
Stacked against a thousand tents
That were pitched and then folded
The darkness slowly eroded
You′ve got me
Where you want me
In between the gift and curse
That money brought me
I
I have an ending
And a beginning to a generation's memory


Please don't lose me now
I′m still delivering
Head stuck in the clouds
That I′ve been livin' in
And you can′t plot this chorus
Any better than I
Please don't lose me now
I′m still delivering
Head stuck in the clouds
That I've been livin′ in
And you can't plot this chorus
Any better than I