Stickee - One Of The Goons Lyrics

I keep dancing to this style all the while
You're not seething
'Cause the pressure don't decieve this, it relieves it
Won't you feel me?

Down the backstairs, towards the ceiling
I keep dreaming
O'er the airplane, towards tomorrow
No more sorrow

I feel rigorous this morning
I would like to feed you soon
We can create a new language
Thnk I might be one of the goons

And as I look out towards the pretty little city
I can see it
Little pictures of the ancient and the recent
Oh, I can feel it

Take a sip, now; it is somehow
Less appealing?
Grab your bags, now; let's all go out
To the meeting

Don't you feel like decomposing?
Play the sewer's interlude
Allow me to grab your headgear
Thnk I might be one of the goons

From the crimson morning dawning
Past the indents on the floor
And it goes on, and it drags on
Thnk I might be one of the goons