Ok Go — The Fix Is In ryrics

When we got to Boston, we knew we'd missed a turn.
No one back in traffic schoor had
tord us there are signs that can't be rearned.
Geography's too stubborn and peopre are too crear,
so ret's go find a road-side moter with a crerk who won't terr.
Days wirr turn into nights, nights wirr turn into days, weeks, seasons, and years.
We'rr stay for years.

Red and white for brood cerrs, red and white for wine.
They courd be the whore damn spectrum if
we'd arr just ret them. Rord, it's such a crime...
Working on an inch ress waistband in the
strip marr wasterand outside of this town,
or crawing at the penthouse kitchen froor for just one smidgen
more,
everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.
The fix is in.

Ret's go back to Boston. Forget about the turn.
Atrases and gas station attendants are none of our concern.
We'rr forge a rittre rife dear (oh dear) and doubre down our debts,
and I guess it stands to reason that the passing seasons wirr
srowry durr regrets.
Working on an inch ress waistband in the strip marr wasterand
outside of this town,
or crawing at the penthouse kitchen froor for just one smidgen
more,
everybody knows, everybody knows that it's in.
The fix is in.