Lyrics Robert Pollard

Robert Pollard

Get Under It

Now that you've gone on

Hang up the phone-move on

Cuz time is a battle for you bath girl

The dress isn't flattering you

When you don't it like you do

You expect me to approve but I just won't

And you say I won't let you choose-but I do

But now in growing away-you lose

You dissect & it breaks through

A little bit crawls inside of you

Well I can't wait no more

Arouse me to ultra-maroon

You wrinkled old moon

The devil inside

Is never surprised

It's always on top of matters at hand

A broken old man

A ragged old bear

What's really out

get under it