SOUL COUGHING


Down To This Lyrics

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

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Songwriter(s): Sammy H. Stept, Chester Burnett, Frederick Hibbert, Lew Brown, Gabal Yuval, Yuval Gabay, Mark Degli Antoni, Sebastian Steinberg, Charles Tobias, Sam Stept, Michael Doughty
Publisher(s): Little Doughty Music, Our Pal Delores Music, Sheila Music Corp., Ched Music Corporation, Arc Music Corp.,
Record Label(s): 1994 Slash Records
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