Touch My Stuff Songtext
von Lifter Puller

I guess it starts with the sharks
I guess it gets to the jets
I guess these bloods, they can′t stop bleeding
The fighting started friendly enough
Now everybody's making love to guns and tons of biker drugs
We used to fight with our fists
We used to fight over chicks and we kissed at the flicks
People got pissed and they spit from the balcony
These English majors wanna be some super genius novelists
They end up using journalists
Chicks ain′t that into it
We are the troubadours
And these are the news reports
Here we are in the holy war
Getting lost in the liquor store
Making love to hardwood floors
Here we go into the fourth floor
We did the black and the tans
And to the black and the blue
We did the goat head soup


And to the tattooed youth
And the crazy fruity drinks you made
And the Breakers and the Gatorade
And the liquid tan and lemonade
And we made love to the waiting game
And the rat brigade
And that's the funny thing
It ain't just a money thing
It′s a question of community
The liberty, the ecstasy
The love, the drugs, the unity
And the busts, they look just like the "Hey, Kool-Aid" commercial
They′re breaking down the walls and they're
Tipping over tables and it tastes great
I hate these strychnine chicks
Looking for a closure
Fogged due to record breaks
Swerving like a poser
Slipping through the subway grates
Acting trying to get underground
I hate these strychnine chicks
Looking for a closure
Fogged due to record breaks
Swerving like a poser
Slipping through the subway grates
Acting trying to get underground