Here where apes in suits hold sway
It's happy hour and we're glad to take your green stuff
The gross features of a magazine vendor
Switches to a bleeding straw hat
Disgracefully no lack of conceit
A taxi rank, that's brandy in the back seat son
Don't you feel the ebb and flow?
Don't you feel the ebb and flow?
Don't you feel the ebb and flow?
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
Sucks you in and spits you out
Sucks you in and spits you out
Sucks you in and spits you out
Soon sweat sticks to nylon shirt back
Ratchet heads swivel in unison
I've drunk my fill of bitter, bitter
I've drunk my fill of bitter, bitter
I've drunk my fill of bitter, bitter, bitter, bitter
The shivering dump of a decibel dawn
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
He's prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He's prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He's prone to drone, prone to drone, prone to drone, but I bet that he means well
He means well
How can you face yourself this way?
How can you face yourself this way?
How can you face yourself this way?
Illiterati, illiterati, illiterati, oh yeah
