Lyrics Taxi-Cabs - Local H

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