Hold on

It seems like I've been here before tonight It seems like I've been here before I'd like to TV, talk, and advertise We peddle candy door to door And hold tight; don't make no plans And don't talk; don't say no words And be still; now move like this And hold on; until it kills And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight Why do the good things happen in the past? Streamline the news and trim the fat I love the city but I hate my job And this old city loves me back It's like a screen inside a screen They can trace it through the night into the church It seems it's never going to end Until our life cuts through the air into the womb And hold tight; don't say no words And don't talk; give me no word And be still; now move like this And hold on; until the kills And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight It's like... It's like a... It's like it's never... It's like a screen inside a screen It's like it's never going to end And hold on And hold tight And hold on And hold tight