Shortwave Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Here come Monday mornin' 

Life is open wide 

I hide my fat bites 

Look out Tuesday mornin' 

Sun is cold and low 

I don't care, I'm in the flow 

I gotta shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Soul swept underneath me 

Here come Wednesday mornin' 

Check refused to bounce 

Life is filled up ounce by ounce 

Look out, Thursday mornin' 

The vultures come and go 

Faster still but desperate to go 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave! Soul creep! 

Soul swept underneath me 

1, 2, 3, 4 

Here come Friday mornin' 

Bite the wonder bread 

Wonder how I got that bruise on my head 

Saturday mornin' 

The guitar strings are sharp 

Finger fumble faintly in the dark! 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Soul swept underneath me 

Soul swept underneath me 

Soul swept underneath me 

Underneath, underneath me! 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave, soul creep 

Shortwave, soul creep