Lyrics: I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta me me off the face
Like Peter Radiator I heard that he got bashed Yeah, he got sainted You know it wasn't for the cash
I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta get me off the face
He told me In heaven That every Everything is fine Yeah, that would make a good movie Yeah, that would make a good record
I gotta move I gotta break I gotta move I gotta get me cross the lake
And then he stopped to say Before he went down This is the worst place in the sun
I gotta move I had a taste I gotta move I gotta get me off the face
There was a Jack who coiffed it He came from my home town He was a prophet Some kids they put him in the ground
Got coffee Got donuts Got wasted Erased head
And what do they say? He's not afraid of the present tense And talking back is a bad defense
I gotta move I gotta break I gotta move I gotta get me cross the lake I gotta move (x4)
And then he stopped to say Before he went down This is the worst place in the sun I gotta move (x5)
Quotes: "So this song has a Boston connection...a guy called Peter Ivers. Anybody know who Peter Ivers is? OK...Eraserhead?" - Frank Black, on stage in Cambridge, MA, May 29, 2003
