Shortwave

Here come Monday mornin'
 Life is open wide
 I hide my fat bites
 Here come Tuesday mornin'
 Sun is cold and low
 I don't care, I'm in the flow
 (I gotta) Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Soul swept underneath me
 Here come Wednesday mornin'
 Check refused to bounce
 Life is filled up ounce by ounce
 Look out, Thursday mornin'
 The vultures come and go
 Faster still but desperate to go
 Shortwave! Soul Creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Soul swept underneath me
 (1, 2, 3, 4!)
 Here come Friday mornin'
 Bite the Wonder Bread
 Wonder how I got that bruise on my head
 Saturday mornin'
 The guitar strings are sharp
 Finger fumble faintly in the dark!
 Shortwave! Soul Creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Soul swept underneath me
 Soul swept underneath me
 Soul swept underneath me
 Underneath! Underneath me!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep!
 Shortwave! Soul creep.