Float On (Early Live Version) versuri

Float On (Early Live Version) lyrics by Modest Mouse

I backed up into a cop car the other day
Well he just rode on lights on tumbling say
He jumped into the cop car and he just drove away
Well sometimes life will lucks out again

I can not remember numbers I didn’t know you would want
Well sometimes life just seems to work on its tongue (?)
We cook our dog and dogs friend down at my daddy’s (?)
Well sometimes life hits just a bit different

I turned myself into a sailor oh god what to do
Well sometimes life works out for the sea below
We float away and you can say whеre the cods on the spoon
Wеll sometimes it don’t work out

I got myself into a pullfish that I didn’t want (?)
Well sometimes things get fucked but still float on
I didn’t marry at the idea but I couldn’t talk
Well too much more but life will still goes on

Sometimes the people you love will have to move away
Hopefully you’ll see them some day
I got my ass kicked in Chicago in a real bad way
Well things get fucked but life goes on anyway

(?) oh I think I’ll pay
Sometimes life works out pretty okay
I ran myself off to jail. Oh what the hell, Oh what the hey
Sometimes things don’t work out

I backed my car into a cop car, When he just drove away
Well sometimes life works out, we just don’t
And how he’s up on the roof built up on better days
Well sometimes life seems to work out pretty okay

And sometimes you can be so fucked you don’t know what you can do
I don’t want any, I don’t have no families
And kids say that my money could buy me back into cool
But life goes on you just have a beat

Sometimes everything will get fucked and we know that it can
Life goes on I hope you understand
I wound myself up in jail, oh we’re fucked like I guess I should have known
Sometimes here life gets bored but I still floats on

Can you kill me much more than I have killed me more
Someday you will, you’ll kill your skin, you kill your way, you kill your brain
Sometimes peoples trust just fades away
I couldn’t say if I could care my skin, my way, my brain

Sometimes I wish you’d just go away
I painted myself into a corner the other day
I painted myself into a corner the other day
I painted myself into a corner, It just works out that way
Cause isn’t it fucked up, fucking up

I dunno… Phil, could I add treble to it? Would it hurt?
Whatever the-