By the end of the great war,
the dandy warhols had progressed
far beyond the traditional jug band sound.
Zia had all but hung up the washtub bass,
in favor of her new invention, which she called the synthesizer.
The banjo was still there but now it was electified,

Do you remember when you told me
You said you're holding me up
me up

Darling
and you said you're holding me up
me up

So get your feet on the floor eh
You're making a stand now

You get what you get
so get what you can

Just remember that you told me
You said you're holding me up
me up yeah

Holding me up
Holding me up
Holding me up
Holding me up
Me up

Hear me out, for I was joyful once
Like everyone
Hear me out, I must have changed
Sometime and all at once
Cos it seems
That nothing stays the same as certainly as me
And nothing stays the same but me

Well I have toiled and I have tamed
Constricted and constrained
Just to learn about how everyone is sane
Well I am old and I am lame
And ruthlessly (?) estranged

I don't know where I said anything like that. I really fucked it up

So what about you
convincing me all the time
all my aching life
forget all

and what about me
deciding you all of the time
my aching life
forget all

Announcing me
is all about you all of the time
my aching life.
Forget all

And what about me
deciding you all the time
of my aching life
forget all.

Woohoo

I've been thinkin' about moving house
I've been wonderin' what I'm about
I've been lookin' for a home
I've been wonderin' about Rome
But all this dirty talkin' and all these whores a-drinkin'
All this worried walkin' and all this worried talk and I'm movin' out. Movin' out.

I've been wonderin' when I belong
I've been thinkin' of a song
I've been wonderin' where to go