Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fillmore Jive, artist - Pavement. Album song Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain: LA's Desert Origins, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 25.10.2004
Record label: Matador
Song language: English
Fillmore Jive |
Hey lady, what do you need? |
Do you think you’d like to come and bleed with me? |
I’d like to invite you to a taste of my chalice |
It’s a special one, it’s made of gold |
(Passed out) passed out on your couch |
You left me there, thank you |
Let me sleep it off, I need to sleep it off |
I need to sleep, why don’t you let me? |
I need to sleep, why don’t you? |
I need to sleep |
I need to sleep |
I need to sleep |
I need to sleep, why won’t you let me? |
I need to sleep |
I need to sleep |
I need to sleep |
Why won’t you |
Why won’t you let me sleep? |
The jam kids on their Vespas |
And glum looks on their faces |
The street is full of punks |
They got spikes |
See those rockers with their long curly locks? |
Good night to the rock 'n' roll era |
Cause they don’t need you anymore |
Little girl, boy, girl, boy! |
Their composures are so distracted |
Jasper’s skinny arms |
And the dance faction |
A little too loose for me |
Every night it’s straight and narrow |
Laws are broken, amusing era |
Round and round and round and round she goes |
Pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs |
When they pull out their plugs and they snort up their drugs |
Their throats are filled with… |