Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Good Friday , by - WHY?. Release date: 16.08.2018
Song language: English
Good Friday |
| If you grew up with white boys |
| Who only look at black and Puerto Rican porno |
| Cuz they want something that their dad don’t got |
| Then you know where you’re at |
| Mortaring your ear holes shut |
| In a rush with wet coke |
| In a Starbucks bathroom with the door closed |
| On booze some left in residue and confused |
| Like the first time you used soft water |
| Down on my luck caught unaware |
| Like Houdini when the last fist struck |
| Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| Sucking dick for drink tickets |
| At the free bar at my cousin’s Bat Mitzvah |
| Cutting the punchline and it ain’t no joke |
| Devoid of all hope circus mirrors and pot smoke |
| Picking fights on dyke night with shirleys and loccs |
| And snatching purses |
| Doing Elton at karaoke and forgettin all the verses |
| Blowing kisses to disinterested bitches |
| Playing lead lay in a bad way on Broadway |
| Sending sexy SMSes to my ex’s new man |
| Cuz I can |
| On the road trying to break an old van |
| Eating pussy for new fans I am |
| What the hell |
| Using Purell til my hands bleed and swell |
| Missing Mel at a motel 6 I’m unwell if |
| Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| Feels exciting touching your handwriting |
| Getting horny by reading it and repeating «poor me» |
| Intently staring at the picture of your feet on the sticker |
| At the R. Crumb exhibit |
| I wonder who’s sicker |
| Jerking off in an art museum john til my dick hurts |
| The kind of shit I won’t admit to my headshrinker |
| Not even in a whisper to my own little sister |
| I just act like a dick and talk shit when I’m with her |
| Aught Six |
| I say the Friday before Easter was not good |
| I cried to myself in the pisser |
| And with you in the front row of the Silver Jews show |
| You may act like you didn’t notice |
| My fear of the bear at Showbiz Pizza when I was six |
| Was overwhelming and not dissimilar to this |
| Sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| If I’m sinking in laughing at something sunken in I am |
| At Jacob Hand’s on tour |
| I wake up hungover on a hardwood floor |
| From a dream about your dress |
| Hangs off of your little breasts |
| I’d rather be dead |
| Than call this song «How I Lost Your Respect» |
| But God bless or get neglected (2x muted) |
| And I’ll see you when the sun sets east |
| Don’t forget me |