Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Fred's Got Slacks, artist - The Flatliners. Album song Destroy To Create, in the genre СкаDate of issue: 15.10.2004
Record label: Drive, fontana north
Song language: English
Fred's Got Slacks |
| Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch |
| Where you find out what happens in the end |
| Man on the corner preaching, screaming the devil is coming! |
| And the earth will plummet to the ground again |
| I hope to death that no one knows and they don’t find a way |
| To bullshit, cheat, lie, and steal |
| Then run away through the trenches and the streets |
| The famous alleyway |
| I’ve got a feeling that today is not my day |
| The facts have been stated, they’re implausible |
| The cause of the week |
| Too heavy for a freak like me |
| Like me |
| Hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet |
| And all your feelings in a fist |
| It’s too much to resist when you’re only 16 |
| Waiting for the weekend train to come |
| Right outta here |
| 6 strings |
| to the wind and I’m gone |
| Head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun |
| When the shells hit the ground, it’s time to go home |
| Apathetic, were pathetic |
| It’s easy to see |
| The fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me |
| Hands up, fists high |
| For everyone to see! |
| We’re destructive, so disruptive |
| It’s gotten to me |
| Lets hit the streets and show em what we mean |
| HEY! |
| We’ve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline |
| Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane |
| It’s the same as everyday |
| Everyday is the same |
| Still haven’t found the answers to the questions I’ve been asking |
| And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I remember |
| Those days, didn’t they seem so long ago? |
| Free to go wherever we wanted |
| Free to say no |
| End of the line and were really wasting time |
| End of the like and theres no one left behind us |
| Hit the cobblestone road |
| There’s precision in the distance |
| Who gives a fuck if hes a metro-sexual? |
| I know you did, cause you’re a hetero-molestico |
| There’s malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable |
| Finding a new way can be devastating to some |
| Look on the bright side, you’re not the one toting a gun |
| You wipe your ass like everybody does |
| And ask for my reasons |
| Well I’ve got none |
| Hands up |
| Fists high (Repeated throughout) |