The Fruit That Ate Itself

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Modest Mouse - Rock, Experimental Rock

The Fruit That Ate Itself

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[Intro] [Beat-boxing, continues throughout] [Chorus 1] We'll take a drive in the wrong hand lane Bad breath talking about fresh rain What hand? What hand is going to shake the same? Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend? Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf (It was hanging out by itself) Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well [Post-Chorus] How do I land? How do I land? How do I land? 'Cause I don't understand [Verse 1] Walk across the country, shaking many hands And you're buying the product But you didn't get that you already got it And you do not understand (You went to Moldy Muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you went to the chicken and you asked him for the stuffing You want a different view so you rotate the whole island And you need to build a house so you might... a plan) [Chorus 1] Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane Bad, bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain What hand is going to shake the same? Are you gonna be your own goddamn best friend? Well, we taught the fruit how to eat itself It was hanging out alone all on the shelf Well, well, well, well, well, well, well, well [Verse 2] The winner gets the muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you think you're pretty tough, but you ain't done nothing And you're goin' to the phone, you're gonna get animal You're gonna drop a cold, maybe you'll go to hell A black hole talking about nothing You can't get the chicken or the stuffing Going around and you think that you're tough When you can't kick ass (And the winner wants the muffin and you got yourself muffin And the black hole and you're talking about nothing And you think that you said something, but you didn't say nothing And I think that I heard you, but I was listening to my headphones) [Chorus 2] Take a drive on a downtown train Wake up so you can get drunk again Well, well, well, well, well, well, well (... Nuffin' and you bought yourself a muffin But you wiped your nose on nuffin' and you bought yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you searched the whole wide island And you go to the saloon and got yourself some water And you get drunk and you're gettin' real sober And you're gettin' real young and you're gettin' real older And you're gettin' real nevous and you're givin' them hell And you didn't notice) [Chorus 1] Well, take a drive in the wrong hand lane Got bad breath talking 'bout fresh rain We taught the mirror how to admire itself Are you gonna get sick worrying 'bout your health? (You walk across the country and you move the product But you do not get what you already got When you get on the train, usually, you're kissing But you wake up and you feel OK) (You know I won't guarantee you picked the worst island And get a different view so you rotate the whole island And you think can do what you really do And you need to buy a house so you feel OK) [Post-Chorus] Where do I land? Where do I land? Where do I land? 'Cause I don't understand [Outro] Well, you ache in your bones and you think you're too insane But you can't, you can't, you can't explain But you complain and it's already nothing And you go to nose and nose and eat yourself a muffin (You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin And you want a different view so you rotate the whole island And you go to the saloon and got yourself some water And you get and you went to swimming pool And you look at your pockets and you think you need contacts Someone's had a little too much to put on to their plates And you're hoping they be a bit more empty) A black hole talking about nothing You went to moldy muffin and you got yourself a muffin A black hole talking about nothing A black (black) hole talking about nothing You get chicken but you don't get stuffing It doesn't mean all that much, you know?

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  • Isaac Brock