Under The Microscope

School Of Fish

At the pink Cadillac 
She can do what she wants 
She's got a black magic hat 
And Mr. Book is 
Always up and down 
But he's a pain in the ass 
Cause he thinks he runs this town 

Give me some room, cut some rope 
Give me just five minutes from 
Under the microscope 

There's an ambulance chaser 
On the telephone 
He's no sixties rebel 
And you're better off on you own 
Yesterday you thought 
You had it made 
But now you'd do anything 
Just to make it all go away 

How does the flavor of the month taste 
Ain't it hard to say good-bye 
Now that you're standing face to face 

She is convincing 
When she stares you down 
But you know if you let her 
She will drown you out