Modest Mouse

Well I dont know but Ive been told
Hes baking cakes inside our souls
Stayed awake, took a nap
Got myself my bottles back
Im breaking down out on the street
Walkin round my own bare feet
I do not need you to tell me
That Im not a cat
I caught a rat, we caught some air
Hes never gonna cut his hair
He takes more time to make a fake
We now swim down in the lake
And wash the dirt off our intentions
Paddle on with our bad inventions
I came as ice, I came as a whore