Taxi-cabs Lyrics - 12 Angry Months - Local H

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 

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 

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With fins on fire 

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