the pixies in tight green little skirts say it’s so much better now that is hurts

am I hard enough, am I rough enough

and we will leave you alone, ’cause it’s not our story

well my trust in you, is a dog with a broken leg

we rattle this town, we rattle this scene

we took the L out into bushwick, it was colder than hell

thursdays I don’t care about you, it’s friday I’m in love

we’ve been hanging around those kids who never wanna grow up, wondering what’s the plan here

and what I want the most to do is prove that I’m not like them

new museum