The Stereosexuals - 1fish2fish lyrics
[The Stereosexuals - 1fish2fish lyrics]
This cordially inviting lure is sure
To let you down this bittersweet bait has
A heartbreak waiting
And ain’t no fish gonna drown
And if you cry "Alright, I’ll bite
I just need a light snack" you’re rooked
Line-swingers’ got you hook-line-sinker
And ain’t gonna throw you back
Wading in the water, waiting for a slaughter
Even fucking sharks are somebody’s daughters
Lock ‘em up, fathers
‘cause I’m goin’ fishing
This’ll be efficient
Haha, isn't she Christian?
Diggin’ up the dirt for an earthworm
Churning up
Her net worth is her purpose: Turning Up
Sure enough: Certain of my unhinged, foolish
1 fish 2 fish, black and blue bitch
It’s more than whores would bargain for
But lord it’s nicely priced You’re
An organ donor for
The cure waking up in a tub of ice
But at least that baby fat’s
Gone like a memory
You’ve lost weight overnight
But you slip on your own peel, get a grip
And clamp And lever And screw And vice
Itches come and go, but never slow
Did you know Aboriginals used
Every bit of buffalo?
Opportunities they oughtta be
Chased and tasted, never wasted Maybe wasted
Mousetraps crack down on a blacked out rat
How does that sound?
Cheese or an intact back?
The better of the two’s up to you
It’s 1 fish 2 fish, me or you, bitch
To let you down this bittersweet bait has
A heartbreak waiting
And ain’t no fish gonna drown
And if you cry "Alright, I’ll bite
I just need a light snack" you’re rooked
Line-swingers’ got you hook-line-sinker
And ain’t gonna throw you back
Wading in the water, waiting for a slaughter
Even fucking sharks are somebody’s daughters
Lock ‘em up, fathers
‘cause I’m goin’ fishing
This’ll be efficient
Haha, isn't she Christian?
Diggin’ up the dirt for an earthworm
Churning up
Her net worth is her purpose: Turning Up
Sure enough: Certain of my unhinged, foolish
1 fish 2 fish, black and blue bitch
It’s more than whores would bargain for
But lord it’s nicely priced You’re
An organ donor for
The cure waking up in a tub of ice
But at least that baby fat’s
Gone like a memory
You’ve lost weight overnight
But you slip on your own peel, get a grip
And clamp And lever And screw And vice
Itches come and go, but never slow
Did you know Aboriginals used
Every bit of buffalo?
Opportunities they oughtta be
Chased and tasted, never wasted Maybe wasted
Mousetraps crack down on a blacked out rat
How does that sound?
Cheese or an intact back?
The better of the two’s up to you
It’s 1 fish 2 fish, me or you, bitch