Paroles officielles de la chanson «Down To This» : Soul Coughing

Paroles officielles de la chanson "Down To This"

Down To This

You Get The Ankles
And I Get The Wrists.
You Get The Ankles
And I Get The Wrists.
You Get The Ankles
And I Get The Wrists.
You Come Down To This.

Nerves Are Up
And The Eyes All Screwy
Blood Like A Panful
Of Boiling Ratatouille

Hang From The Axles Of A Box Car
Follow The Dotted Line
Like A Steer To Chicago
To The Hooks Of The Chicago Man

I Get All Tripped Up
My Eyes Turn To Water
Rug Burns From A Shag Rug
Struck Dumb In The Presence
Polyester Burns From A Jacket
Rub The Skin Thin
Break Down In A Diner
Then I Pay The Bill

Cashier Toothpick Stuck In The Ground
Tiny Lawnmower To Mow Me Down
I Could Get Lost In A Lunchbox
Lie Low In The Mittens In The Lost And Found