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[Eligh]It fills my lungs everytime it has a chanceto invade my stance I sit stiff like a candlestickin the thick of the bush, as I push with machetescutting off vines between my feet - I ponder beatsPeople only get in the way of my creativity flowso I get high turn on machines and watch, the lights glowMy mind grows in awkward dynamics;use rainbows for hammocks when the traffic gets too franticfor passing[Grouch]Passageway congested - gridlock's at a standstillcause everything I wanna do, so do you and that manThrill of victory, itchin me, to do my best for alwaysGet discouraged too much company don't make it pass my hallwaytil the evening, and that's all day, leavin out my mealtimesNo escape I make tapes and pretend they help me feel fine... ahhhhh, finally alone (kickin it) kickin itPass me that beadie Eligh (yeah dude)Cheers! *glasses clink* Yeah yeahI ain't been at home alone like this in a long time(Dude I'm tellin you) *knocking at the door*(Dude turn that, is that..) Let me go turn down the radio*knocking continues) Yo hold on hold on hold on*unknown voice: "Hey, DAMNIT! Open up!"*Letras de canciones[Eligh]I need some Actrin, to clear my sinusI'm congested and all backed up like FriscoI'm Linus without a blanket, real agitated and dismalMy problems seem minimal to an imbecile who can't readthe cue cards -- it's too hard, in factto explain you can't get too far acting like thatChorus: Eligh (repeat 2X)It's no wonder I'm sick on every occasionCongestion takes over my shit, traps me in odd situationsFucking up relations with my friendsKilling patients in the end I can't pretend it's not a problem[The Grouch]Sometimes I don't even know how I'm gonna sleepAbout twenty feet away from, someone makin a beatLeave the bitches in the front room, phone off the hookHaven't been alone in eight months and I'm knowin the chance I tookwhen I strode, to the bathroom to try and cleanse my bodyWater freezing cold and, someone smelling naughty, unGodlyCircumstances, glances on my backas I engage in a fit of rage I swear about the crack[Eligh]So who's really being threatened when I complain about my spaceIn a pace of three days you were in my face in five waysIf I told you to hit the highway, you'd be offended and hurtClaining I treat you like dirt, naming off all the first thingsI said; with an expanded memory I'm blamed in the endCan't you see I'ma hermit shell - manifested a turtleRather be off by myself than with you strangers(strange enough) so back off[The Grouch]Everybody wants to get what's there for the takingYou can't move slow or you making a mistake an'I can speak experience I've seen it firsthandI despise the rat race but I place cause I canI man the ship, you mop it, but always leave it slipperythen hang around and bullshit usin space actin chipperyFools be in the mix cuttin rhythm with the faderThat's a major space invader more annoying than a pagerChorus[Eligh]So back off meSo back off meGive me some spaceBack off me From Letras Mania