Тексты песен MGMT

You were a child, Crawlin' on your knees toward it. Makin' mama so proud, But your voice was too loud. We like to watch you laughing. You pick the insects off plants. No time to think of

I'm feelin rough I'm feelin raw I'm in the prime of my life. Let's make some music Make some money Find some models for wives. I'll move to Paris, Shoot some heroin and fuck with the stars. You man