a-side sucks

Where are you going, and when are you going to learn? Past the point of diminishing returns Sat on your mattress picking apart the words Sounded different in your mouth than they looked on paper Ah, don't you see what's wrong with the picture? Flip the record, A side sucks Flip the record, B side's scuffed Flip the record, A side sucks Flip the record, whole thing's fucked And I don't have a clue what else is left Lie there for hours Lie straight through your pen Painting a picture of a scene that didn't happen When all's said and done You're not the only one You're not the only Ah, don't you see what's wrong with the picture? Flip the record, A side sucks Flip the record, B side's scuffed Flip the record, A side sucks Flip the record, B side's scuffed Flip the record, A side sucks Flip the record, B side's scuffed I flip the record I flip the record I flip the record I flip the record And at long last, everything seems fine Two feet on the rug And at long last, everything seems fine Voices from above And at long last, everything seems fine Two feet on the rug And at long last, everything seems fine Do you feel the tug? Do you feel the tug? Do you feel the tug? Do you feel the tug?