Most People Are DJs The Hold Steady

Well, hold steady, Ybor City
You're up to your neck in the sweat and wet confetti
If you want to get a little bit light in the heady
It's gonna have to get a little bit heavy

They're jamming jetskis into the jetty now
With some guy who looks like Rocco Siffredi
And I've heard he's been dead once already

It's going down right now in Lowertown
They're skipping off the good ship
U.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S.S. Sexuality
Searching for the merchant with the five second delivery

They're slipping soft rock into their setlist now
They got some new guy that looks just like Phil Lynott
We're stumbling but I think we're still in it

It's a big world, girl, and I can't understand it
We're tiny white specks in a bright blue planet

I was a teenage ice machine
I kept it cool in coolers and I drank until I dreamed
And when I dream I always dream about the scene
All these kids they look like little lambs looking up at me
I was a Twin Cities trash bin
I did everything they'd give me
I'd jam it into my system
She got me cornered by the kitchen
I said I'll do anything but listen