Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tickle The Truth, artist - Widespread Panic. Album song Free Somehow, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 11.02.2008
Record label: BMI
Song language: English
Tickle The Truth |
She complained, you look different, yeah, but I’m keeping my name |
You’re not drinking the usual, I said it all tastes the same |
She fled, you smell like L.A., yeah, but check out my new frames |
You know these cool shades make you look bitching |
Oh, she split from our table mumbling remember to tip |
I had a twenty in ready but I said I might skip |
Some people act funny when you’re just trying to be hip |
Oh, spend a little time outside the kitchen |
Magnificent miles, trying out this new walk |
And people are watching, it’s like stepping on chalk |
Learning curves behind like a memory stalks |
But in all it’s an innocent mission |
She rang late last night, said that wasn’t you, was it? |
I said all colors of money are fit for deposit |
Half naked right now, I’ve got soup in the closet |
Oh, it’s sometimes with words I’m just fishing |
Should I come over? |
It sounds like you need me |
I said, hey, that’s funny, you sound like my TV |
Just try this thing once, it’ll make life so easy |
And even puppies come under suspicion |
Then a lover came knocking, I opened the door |
With an apple in my hand, she said, what’s that core? |
It’s the past and the future, but I shouldn’t say more |
And that’s just my radio hissing |
Well, I know you too well and I know you’re no villain |
I said, don’t look now 'cause I’m ripping off Dylan |
What you see is a little crusty, the real thing’s the fillin? |
The sound bite from a verbal beautician |
All the jokers in this world, they’re swarming like bees |
Catch one to the head, make you fall to your knees |
Lenny Bruce was a prophet in the 1960's |
Two shows at tonight’s inquisition |
And drifted and dreaming, lost in the bed |
Body’s ups and down are just food for the head |
It’s front page and French fries or the funny pages instead |
We tickle the truth into submission |
All in all it’s an innocent mission |
Just tickle the truth into submission |
And tickle the truth into submission |