Making Flippy Floppy (Stop Making Sense Version) Paroles

we lie on our backs, feet in the air,
rest and relaxation, rocket to my brain.

Snap into position,
bounce till you ache.
Step out of line,
and you'll end up jail.

Doctor, doctor,
we have nothing in our pockets.
We continue,
but we have nothing left to offer.
Faces pressed against the window,
hey, they're just my friends.
Check this out! Don't be so slick!
Break our backs! It goes like this...

We are born without eyesight,
we are born without sin.
And our mama protects us, and we open our eyes.

I can't believe it,
and people are strange.
Our president's crazy,
did you hear what he said?
Business and pleasure,
lie right to your face.
Divide it in sections,
and then give it away.

There are no big secrets,
don't believe what you read.
We have great big bodies,
we got great big heads.
Run-a-run-a-run it all together,
still don't make no sense.
Makin' flippy floppy,
trying to do my best.
Lock the door,
we kill the beast.
Kill it!