Hickey Avenue

(albüm: Metropole - 2014)

We talk a lot in crappy cars and restaurants and shitty bars
We ain't trying very hard but we've got that fucking bark
We talked the talk, packed up the shit where the fuckers would be feeling it
If they could hear the epithets and the rejoinders that we spit

We talk a lot and now we're feeling fine
We talk a lot, yeah, we've got nothing but time
And baby you don't know what it's like

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

We talk a lot but no one's listening
We've been over this before
Now it's happening again
Now we're squawking with them crows
We hang on wires and watch the city and its busy days below
We talk a lot, it's the only thing we know
It's time to ride all goddamn day and night
What have you got? I want to melt down with time
I'm scratching out my insides

So let's keep rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes, it only rots away

What are we doing here? Nothing
That's what killing me
That's what's fucking killing me

So now we're rolling out of this shitty yellow light
'Cuz we've been trolling through this endless parade of identical days
Nothing changes and we've forgotten what this used to be like