Black Francis - Threshold Apprehension | Текст песни

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Talk to a man just to get a little work
Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk
Some people die, then they start to get old
But I don't want to die upon the threshold

I got threshold apprehension, what?
Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension

Every little shit gotta find his salt lick
If I don't find my babe, I'm gonna be junk sick
Roll away the rock so I can get to my ascension
Ain't my first time having threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension, what?
Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension

Who's carrying who?
Who's turning the screw?
Who has prophesied?
Petit paramour
I will be the whore
And you'll be my suicide

Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold

We got on my bike and we rode to the sea
I stood on the dock and you got on your knees
Grand Marnier and a pocket full of speed
We did it all day 'til we started to bleed

Are you feeling apprehensive?

I can leap higher than an old king toad
I do 185 on the new ring road
I love a blue girl and I like my grog
It's a black and white world, 'cause I'm a Scorpio dog

Have drink, press button, seventh floor
And wait a hundred years for the elevator door
Come a time when you wanna lose the tension
It's the last time for the threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension, what?
Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension
I got threshold apprehension

Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold
Threshold, threshold, threshold

Who's carrying who?
Who's turning the screw?
Who has prophesied?
Petit paramour
I will be the whore
And you'll be my suicide

Who's carrying who?
Who's turning the screw?
Who has prophesied?
Petit paramour
I will be the whore
And you'll be my suicide

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