Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Taxi-Cabs, artist - Local H. Album song Twelve Angry Months, in the genre АльтернативаDate of issue: 17.08.2008
Record label: Shout! Factory
Song language: English
Taxi-Cabs |
| Taxi-cabs, the sharks of streets, with fins of fire they troll for fares |
| The blond haired girls that roam in herds and fix you in their golden glares |
| Hanging out with a new batch and starting out again from scratch |
| You disconnect from your own crew and keeping up is hard to do Sell your past for a few grand with paper signed in a false hand |
| Welcome back, hijack a stool, your favorite bar with souls you know |
| And forward fast to 4 a.m., a Nilsson disc covered in blow |
| Yeah, with fins on fire |
| The dark haired girls attack in threes, they cut your plays off at the knees |
| They meet you out in bars of foam and drag you further from your home |
| You’re out alone, out of your depth, and Satan laughed and Jesus wept |
| Hey, yeah (?) taxi-cabs |
| Oh, whoa, whoa, you caught me in the aftermath |
| Yeah, yeah there is no outline to graph |
| It’s been segued and cut in half |
| With fins on fire |