Текст песни June : Taxi-Cabs

Taxi-cabs, the sharks of streets, with fins of fire they troll for fares

The blond haired girls that roam in herds and fix you in their golden glares

Hanging out with a new batch and starting out again from scratch

You disconnect from your own crew and keeping up is hard to do

Sell your past for a few grand with paper signed in a false hand

Welcome back, hijack a stool, your favorite bar with souls you know

And forward fast to 4 a.m., a Nilsson disc covered in blow

Yeah, with fins on fire
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The dark haired girls attack in threes, they cut your plays off at the knees

They meet you out in bars of foam and drag you further from your home

You're out alone, out of your depth, and Satan laughed and Jesus wept

Hey, yeah (?) taxi-cabs

Oh, whoa, whoa, you caught me in the aftermath

Yeah, yeah there is no outline to graph

It's been segued and cut in half

With fins on fire