Doin’ the Cockroach Songtext
von Modest Mouse

I was in heaven, I was in hell, believe in neither but fear them as well
This one′s a doctor, this one's a lawyer, this one′s a cash fiend taking your money
Back of the Metro, ride on the Greyhound, drunk on the Amtrak, please shut up
Another rider, he was a talker talking about TV, please shut up
This one's a crazer, daydreaming disaster the origin of junk food, rutting through garbage
Tasty but worthless, dogs eat their own shit we're doing the cockroach, yeah

Doin′ the cockroach yeah, doin′ the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad
Doin' the cockroach yeah, doin′ the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad
Doin' the cockroach yeah, doin′ the cockroach yeah, yeah alright not bad, not bad at all


One year, twenty years, forty years, fifty years down the road in your life
You'll look in the mirror and say My parents are still alive

You move your mouth, you shake your tongue you vibrate my eardrums
You′re saying words But you know I ain't listening

You're walking down the street your face, your lips, your hips, your eyes, they meet
You′re not hungry though

Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up so I′ll have to sleep in it
Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister
Oh, my mind is all made up so I'll have to sleep in it
Well late last winter down below the equator they had a summer that would make you blister
And oh, my mind is all, oh, my mind is all oh, my mind is all made up so I′ll have to sleep in it