Karaoké Ode to the Mets The Strokes

Up on his horse

Up on his horse

Not gonna wake up here anymore

Listen one time

It's not the truth

It's just a story

I tell to you

Easy to say

Easy to do

But it's not easy

Well maybe for you

Hope that you find it

Hope that it's good

Hope that you read it

Think that you should

Cuts you some slack as he sits back

Sizes you up

Plans his attack

Dah dah dah

Drums please Fab

And I got it all

I got it all

Waitin' for me down on the street

But now you gotta do somethin' special for me

I'm gonna say what's on my mind

Then I'll walk out

Then I'll feel fine

Yeah I'm under his thumb

I'm on his back

I will not show my teeth too quick

I needed you there

I needed you there

But I didn't know

I didn't know

Go alone

I'll go alone

We'll go alone

I'll go alone

Back from his trip

He's at the door

When he gets back he's on the phone

Innocent eye

Innocent heart

No it's not wrong but it's not right

Innocent time out on his own

Not gonna do that

Fuck I'm out of control

I was just bored

Playin' the guitar

Learned all your tricks

Wasn't too hard

It's the last one now

I can promise you that

I'm gonna find out the truth when I get back

Gone now are the old times

Forgotten

Time to hold on the railing

The Rubik's Cube isn't solving for us

Old friends long forgotten

The old ways at the bottom of the ocean

Now has swallowed

The only thing that's

Left is us

So pardon the silence that you're hearing

It's turnin' into a deafenin' painful shameful roar