Car Seat Headrest – Sound Man/Low Fidelity lyrics

What?

This microphone shocks my lips
Am I being judged?
These cable cords catch my feet
Am I about to fall?

He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful
But he can't take the stage, he can't contain his rage
He's got the monitors all the way up

He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he's got me down flat

In the studio
Can't take his headphones off
Although they hurt his head
He smokes a cig instead

On the radio
He points and says "that's me!"
Although I did not seem
Struck dumb or anything

You can hear me
I am the ghost in the machine
Can you hear me?
No, I can't hear anything
Turn the monitors up!

He is the sound man (The sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (He is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (He is the sound man)
And he sees me sharp

He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man
He is the sound man

I can see myself gaining weight
Drinking pumpkin beer at the warehouse
Losing my hair
Learning the correct way to wrap wires
Losing my hearing
Losing count of the festivals
Can we make the bands sound better than the sound they make?

He is a simple man, he has a simple plan
He wants to make things sound beautiful

(sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
And he gives sound advice (oooo, he is the sound man)
He is the sound bands make (yeah, he is the sound man)
I can't hear what you're saying to me! (ooo, he is the sound man)
Nobody listen to the sound man! (yeah, he is the sound man)
Make sure you don’t listen to the sound man! (oooo, he is the sound man)
You shouldn’t be able to hear him, the sound man!
No no no no!

I can still hear the fucking click track

I would be honored to be castrated at your hands
Yes, I'd be happy to play tambourine in your band
Oh, but don't ever let me produce
You gotta keep it [?] to my [?]
'Cause I like it loud and loose I got a low fidelity