paroles de chanson Permanent Standby - Felt
[MURS]
She's
in
the
back
of
a
cab
again
She
just
packed
up
her
bags
and
then
Her
new
town
She
can
bust
down
and
run
around
Had
to
leave
the
ex
cause
he
always
brought
that
gun
around
But
she's
long
gone
He'll
never
find
her
Just
another
bad
tattoo
A
reminder
Of
her
past
And
how
they
tried
to
hold
her
back
But
fuck
her
home
town
Man,
that
whole
scene
was
wack
She's
in
the
big
city
now
doin'
big
thangs
Works
a
little
retail
job
For
a
big
change
She
got
a
car
so
now
she
move
around
efficiently
She
got
a
car
now
she
hittin'
the?
for
free
She
made
some
friends
in
the
entertainment
industry
But
time
is
wearing
thin
so
she
gives
into
her
tendencies
Postmeridian,
his
callin'
It's
been
two
weeks,
so
she
been
eight
ballin'
Got
the
number
of
a
dealer
and
she
called
him
Quick
transaction
in
a
bathroom
stall
then
Guess
who's
back
in
affect?
Dropped
in
the
corner
Dancin'
to
some
dub
step
Rescued
by
two
dudes
Who
were
suspect
But
she
was
so
god
damn
gone,
she
didn't
object
They
messed
around
She
was
down
for
the
fun
and
the
games
It
doesn't
count
when
she
can't
remember
none
of
the
names
Rinse,
repeat
Weeks
in
the
psycho
But
that
dirt
don't
come
clean
in
the
night
glow
Now
everybody
knows
she's
the
whore
Where
do
you
go
when
the
blow's
not
free
no
more?
Now
the
city's
gettin'
too
small
Walls
closin'
in,
but
she
knows
what
to
do
y'all
She
popped
a
pill
and
then
she
packed
her
bags
quick
She's
just
too
real
for
this
city
of
plastic
[Slug]
She
came
from
the
desert
with
a
Horse
With
No
Name
Half
awake,
waitin'
at
the
baggage
claim
The
pain
killer
that
she
popped
as
the
plane
tore
off
Age
wore
off
Little
cousin
picked
her
up
in
the
pick
up
And
the
minute
she
got
in
he
lit
up
a
big
blunt
Passed
it
to
her
She
made
the
end
glow
Pull,
puff
share
Staring
out
the
window
Parked
outside
of
a
house
on
the
south
side
First
couple
weeks,
sleepin'
on
the
couch
life
Til
she
got
a
job
at
a
department
store
Found
a
roommate
and
got
a
spot
up
on
24th
A
penny
for
her
thoughts
of
a
better
course
She
wanted
new
friends
that
she
hasn't
met
before
Started
hittin'
up
the
bar
just
to
let
it
pour
Did
one
line
of
coke
And
many
more
Everybody
loves
her
Is
she
sure?
I
guess
it
all
depends
on
who
she
drops
them
panties
for
When
that
alcohol
calls
She
doesn't
hit
ignore
She
says,
"Give
me
more"
Until
she
hits
the
floor
Popular
with
the
elite
and
the
creeps
And
people
who
haven't
gone
to
sleep
this
week
They
wear
disguises
like
"artist"
and
"nice
guy"
But
underneath
you
know
they
just
another
white
line
Fuck
these
pricks
Fuck
these
junkies
Fuck
this
weather
It's
not
fuckin'
funny
It's
drama
It's
got
you
actin'
like
a
star
Shut
the
fuck
up
and
march
your
ass
back
up
in
that
bar
Midwest
It
won't
be
long
Before
she
jets
She
don't
belong
It's
her
against
anti
Surfin'
this
landslide
At
the
terminal
Permanent
standby
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1 Protagonists
2 Felt Chewed Up
3 Get Cake
4 Bass For Your Truck
5 Like You
6 Permanent Standby
7 Kevin Spacey
8 Ghost Dance Deluxe
9 Revisiting The Styleetron
10 Whaleface
11 Glory Burning
12 Henrietta Longbottom
13 She Sonnet
14 Felt Good
15 Deathmurdermayhem
16 The Prize
17 G.I. Josephine
18 The Clap
19 We Have You Surrounded
20 Give It Up
21 Paul Reubens
22 Bass for Your Truck - Ant Remix Bonus Track
23 G.I. Josephine - Grouch Remix Bonus Track
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