Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fish Fry , by - Slaughter Beach, Dog. Song from the album Birdie, in the genre Иностранный рокRelease date: 26.10.2017
Record label: Big Scary Monsters
Song language: English
Fish Fry |
| Stood up outside the fish fry |
| Hailed a Bohemian taxi driver |
| Furnished my dollar twenty five |
| Hopped on the number ten for a quick ride |
| Into the dull night |
| Singing praise songs |
| From the back seat under cold fluorescent lights |
| Mostly at night I can’t ignore |
| The feeling of wishing you were with me |
| All of my friends insist that I |
| Should really be spending some time alone |
| Assessing my thoughts |
| Completing emotional calculations |
| Deriving psychological sums and suffering slow |
| One more drink |
| My heart sinks |
| Eight weeks gone |
| Your Ma’s front lawn |
| White House Beach |
| I can’t speak |
| Delaware, where oh where are we? |
| Move out to 52nd Street |
| Put all my things in Jeff’s new basement |
| See you before I up and leave |
| Tear out my hair and walk home wasted |
| Sleep through the alarm |
| In the morning I still taste it |
| My good luck charm |
| Head off to 30th Street Station |
| One more drink |
| My heart sinks |
| Eight weeks gone |
| Your Ma’s front lawn |
| White House Beach |
| I can’t speak |
| Delaware, where oh where are we? |
| I had that dream again last night |
| In the convenience store |
| There is no window in this room |
| Get up undressed |
| Make an educated guess |
| If it is morning yet |
| There’s something I don’t get |
| One more drink |
| My heart sinks |
| Eight weeks gone |
| Your Ma’s front lawn |
| White House Beach |
| I can’t speak |
| Delaware, where oh where are we? |