Extra Life - See You At The Show lyrics

I'm getting onto this new vibe, Soak up your ever intention like tampax Reflect it back like a b**h's compact Blue eyes shine never mind the heart is matte black Pitches slip off harmony like fingernails off of my glistening back, This is my new incarnation You'll see it at shows and parties in '07 A smooth and affable specter of my former self Haunt you with my new vibe, Haunt you with my new-found heath, I'm getting onto this new vibe so vague it could be anything at all The vibe is that you don't know what the vibe is Try and pull me close but my ghost just floats Not all there, not all there Haunt you with disappearance Haunt you with reappearance Haunt you with appearances s** in the whole city with the strobe effect of my new vibe, Never never kneel never go down But I swallow everything I make you give me You make me love, you make the love, you make the love You produce the love But it's mine because I own the factory You work for me, you work for me, you work for me I'm getting onto this new vibe The obsolete version of charlie looker is dead in a bathtub Charlie looker '07 owns the dance floor Cats aren't even ready for my new vibe I've got my hood up Kids act like you know See you at the show You better fan out, fan out over the abyss If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists But his rad new ghost is on the list See you at the show So light, so light I hover silent while the world spills its guts, Even as I spit the truth, Even as I spit my little factoids They hurtle at you so fast they burn up into lies, That's how a real man rolls A real man harnesses the powers of the feminine and descends upon new york as a diffuse even mist Subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge subterfuge The power of being jive The power of the possibility that this might be jive This might be jive, this might be jive I'm going out, I'm going out and I'm leaving that morbid sh** at home I let it stuck down the drain I'm lighter now, I'm lighter now From now on my blood won't spill it will just bead into little pools and slide playfully across my baroque surface, Forget about the dead kid Forget about the bummin' blood red kid s**ed deep in the earth from real weight Disappeared Last log-in: more than three weeks, Look directly at the face of looker '07 In its shadowless immanence and go blind in my sungla**es, I've got my hood up Kids act like you know See you at the show You better fan out, fan out over the abyss If you want to make the hang with my childish kiss Tell the booker that the looker he knows cut his own skinny wrists But his rad new ghost is on the list See you at the show Sha-sha, sha--sha-sha-sha-sha-sha-sha That's the sound of the truth becoming a lie I don't want a thing what do you want? I don't want a thing what do you want? I don't want a thing I don't have a deal drain the real shallow in my fallow c*nt