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Fox Paws

from Going Postal EP by Tourist Trap

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lyrics

What do you see when you look at me?
I know you're not thinkin' too pleasantly.
Is it my dad shoes? Is it my mad moves,
giving queues the excuse to get up, leave in two's?
Ten-four good buddy, on the highway to to soul
On a freight train running out of control
You try to get me down on my knees
Well guess what, friend? You're not better than me!

Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio
Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle
Pull the shades down on the window

My laughing gas will put you on your back
My notion potion giving you a panic attack
There might be something that I lack
But I'm a jet-black ice pack with a bunch of knick-knacks
So patty wack, give this dog his bone
On a straight sprint, and I'm sliding into home
When I get there, I know I'll be safe
'Cause I'll clean up the crime scene and leave no trace

Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio
Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle
Pull the shades down on the window

I might not have much money
But I got all this time to spend
Swing low with hope, I’m aiming for glory
And we’ll see who's winning in the end

Some people talk 'cause they got something to say
Others speak just to hear themselves each and every day
At the end of the rope with a knife in my hand
And I cut the chord, I'm going to my promise land
Aiming for a lifetime, shooting high
Let the drama roll low, let the bullshit fly by
I can take you there, that’s where I’ll be
I can take you there, why don't you soar with me?

Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio
Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle
Pull the shades down on the window

I might not have much money
But I got all this time to spend
Swing low with hope, I’m aiming for glory
And we’ll see who's winning in the end

My life’s relentless, repetition, sometimes
Causes some suspicion, that my message will come undone
I find, I find my silver lining
By refining and combining, refining and combining

Next time you hear my voice will be on the radio
Pull the record out of the sleeve, drop the needle
Pull the shades down on the window

credits

from Going Postal EP, released January 20, 2018
Lyrics by Roberto Bryer and Zach Barnes
Music written and performed by Nathan Weirich, Roberto Bryer, Zach Barnes and Steve Hatmaker.
Produced at Songcatcher Studio by Cameron Reck and Lynn Roose III. Mastered by Harold LaRue.

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Tourist Trap Columbus, Ohio

Columbus-bred All-Americana alternative porch-punk blues.



Debut EP 'Going Postal' now available!

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