Maxter Metropolis Knows How To Dance

By Brian Wask

Maxter Metropolis is a singer/songwriter from the low-side of town. His hair is missing in some spots and his thumb serves as a guitar pick. His shirt hangs open revealing more than his audience prefers. Performances have been described as odd, invigorating and bare. A rooster plays the drums.

I'm Getting Down

by Maxter Metropolis

Gone to the beach show my chest

Packing heat I got the best

Kicking sand in punks face

Got a dollar watch strippers dance

Pull your pants push your car

Toke the dope cash the bar

Doobie’s bored of bad plans

That face’s name is Dead Man

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Forget all the greats.

Don’t throw(smash) the plates.

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Dance real slow but real fast

Throw away the little bastard

Plant the bush between chapped lips

Toss the ship into the mist.

Hold her hand and don’t let go

Pray my man who makes the snow

Hide the fake ‘hind monster leaves

Let the dogs prove real peace

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Forget all the greats

Don’t throw(smash) the plates.

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Check into Machine Motel

Shake your hips like a soul from Hell

Swim the boat kick your shoe’s good heal

Catch a moon it’s the Earth’s last sound

Sky falls along with the birds

Dirt’s plan call it quits old world

That worm aint sorry

Rain comes in a hurry

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Forget all the greats.

Don’t throw(smash) the plates.

I’m getting down.

Getting down.

Don’t leave the floor open when the couch is empty cause that’s how the cats go boom.