On All Fours

Song On All Fours
Artist Living Things
Album Ahead of the Lions

Lyrics

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Three weeks and counting
'till he's on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket
but a ticket in his hand
He's a cynical bastard
but there's hope in his eyes
It's been a long time coming
It's been a long time running from his insides
He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes and clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
He should have billions of dollars
'Cause every ass hole's put two cents in
And he writes the songs
Yeah he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he's wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He's got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours
Nine out of ten mother fuckers agree
That his fucking foul language Is a fucking travesty
But mother fucking fuck is just another fucking word
The idea a word is dirty is too in-fucking-absurd
And he writes the songs
Yeah he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he's wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He's got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours
And this world will soon be the death of him
And his voice will fade away
And his jeans will be all that's left of him
And they'll onder if he was okay
And the alchys will say it was drinking
And the preacher will say it was sin
And his mother will say he was thinking only of himself again
And the gays will say it was straight people
And the straights will say it was AIDS
And he'll be in line at the gate
People still standing in his way
In his way
Yeah he writes the songs
And he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he's wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He's got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours

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Three weeks and counting
' till he' s on his way to France
Not a dime in his pocket
but a ticket in his hand
He' s a cynical bastard
but there' s hope in his eyes
It' s been a long time coming
It' s been a long time running from his insides
He tries hard to songwrite his way out of bed
But nothing tastes and clever as it sounded in his head
He wants to get his teeth wet and sink his feet in
He should have billions of dollars
' Cause every ass hole' s put two cents in
And he writes the songs
Yeah he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he' s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He' s got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours
Nine out of ten mother fuckers agree
That his fucking foul language Is a fucking travesty
But mother fucking fuck is just another fucking word
The idea a word is dirty is too infuckingabsurd
And he writes the songs
Yeah he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he' s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He' s got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours
And this world will soon be the death of him
And his voice will fade away
And his jeans will be all that' s left of him
And they' ll onder if he was okay
And the alchys will say it was drinking
And the preacher will say it was sin
And his mother will say he was thinking only of himself again
And the gays will say it was straight people
And the straights will say it was AIDS
And he' ll be in line at the gate
People still standing in his way
In his way
Yeah he writes the songs
And he can say what he wants
Yeah he can be who he wants to
And they say he' s wrong
But they keep tagging along
Yeah they can leave if they want to
And his way will never meet yours
He' s got the world his back
And watch him take it On all fours