Texty: Stephen Malkmus. Ramp Of Death.

Before we were on our way
Up the ramp of death
I could say that you moved me
In many rich directions, good and bad
A mall on a weekday
The null experience
Piece it together
It showers you with oceans of the past

And there's no time to breathe
Get back
And start avoiding me
Or stop avoiding me

If you're minus please listen
Don't abuse the trust
Take all of your engines
And concentrate on giving good advice
The scars on the raindrops

The presence in the pores
Of a grapefruit rind
Will cause you to regress
And fall into a rhythm you can't hack

Until it's time to leave
Get back
And start avoiding me
In a flash
There is no time to be
Get back
And stop avoiding me
Or start avoiding me