Up There

Hey, I lay on the carpet
That’s where it started
These shitty old headphones
They always made me feel free
Wall full of posters
Stood on your shoulders
Dammit, Miss Joplin
I’m sure you were talking to me
I don’t know about you
But if you ask me
Oh how it must feel
To be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob and Freddie
(Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob, hey)
I’d listen to my tapes
Between sugar and cartoon breaks
And if I was hurting, uh
That was the remedy
I wasn’t ready, shit
No one prepared me
Was that kid in that bedroom
Now I’m up in the galaxy
I don’t know about you
But if you ask me
Oh how it must feel
To be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob and Freddie
Oh how it must feel
To be up there
To be up there
With Johnny, Uncle Bob and Freddie
(Uncle Bob, Uncle Bob)
Yeah
Where is the music?
Where is the music?
Where is the music?
Show me the music
Show me the music
Show me the music
Show me the music
Uncle Bob
I’m sure that you were talking to me
(I'm sure that you were talking to me)
MJ and Foley
(Show me the music, Where is the music?)
2Pac and Biggie
(Show me the music, Show me the music?)
I’m sure that you were talking to me
(Show me the music, show me the music)
Marvin and Cobain
(Show me the music, show me the music)
James Brown
(Show me the music, show me the music)
I’m sure that you were talking to me
(Show me the music)