Andrew Bird's Bowl Of Fire - Feetlips lyrics

rate me

Feetlips, why do you do that way?

You know you'll have to pay

For you're making us nauseous

Feetlips, you know today's the day

You turn the other way

And you eat your galoshes

You thought some people was a tragic name

He was the easiest one to blame

His weather, systems tempered and tame

Till you catch wind of

Ah, feetlips, you're so brash

Waltzing around, talking your trash

No, you haven't been drinking

Now you just talk without thinking

It's what got you this far

But it's not worth one dollar

It's not worth a boy, quiet

Feetlips, why do you do that way?

You know you'll have to pay

Feetlips