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Written by: Donnelly, Porter (© 1999) Lyrics Something is not working right In my toaster, in my life I am always getting burned That's the only thing I've learned The whole is greater than the parts I guess I'll take those parts apart Find out just what makes them tick Find out what makes me so sick I tried and tried and tried and tried and tried To rout out all the enemies inside CHORUS It worked for my machine but it didn't work for me. I tried to break it down but the Little pieces wouldn't come around Put them all in little cups So I would not mix them up Carefully labelled and categorized This one's fingers, this one's eyes Careful notes in bad hand-writing I know this all sounds so inviting I tried and tried and tried and tried and tried To rout out all the enemies inside It worked for my machine but it didn't work for me. I could not read what I wrote Not even one single note All components now mixed up Tried again without much luck Reassemble, resurrect Incomplete, imperfect Reassemble in distress All the tension, all the stress I tried and tried and tried and tried and tried To pull out all the enemies inside It worked for my machine but it didn't work for me. Story A testament to my eighties influences, this song is somewhere between The Cars and Weezer with a little Pixies thrown in for good measure. How many times have you compared your life to a broken toaster? Well, there’s always a first. |
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