Who Are Ya

Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on your prick and your eyes on the stars And you wonder if the satellites are sending you some invitation You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark And like arpeggio whore, like an arpeggiator, oh Like an arpeggio I cannot stay, I cannot go Up come the elevator, down go the elevator And we go downtown And then it rains on you, and then it pours And then the angel of the future is locking all her doors And then you're shocked at how you have become some crocodile form of the truth Like a forest coming up through the floor So may I hang my hat in this hallway, dear I've made it almost halfway, dear May I hang from the branches of the past above that crocodile and his crocodile tears Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your father's guitar You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark Who are 'ya? Who are 'ya? With your hand on the neck of your fathers before ya Ignoring the fact that they made you all that you are You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light You wanna stay in the dark You wanna move toward the light "Why do you cry, arpeggio?" Cried the arpeggiator Cried the arpeggio: "Because you cry, arpeggiator"