on a friday/shindig demo lyrics

Saturday, September 02, 2006


Poetry, like white in the snow
Boys, one of these days
He's going to poison you
Boys, when he grows up
He wants to be a rattlesnake
Rattlesnake in the big city yeah

Out, out of control boys
Climbing out to the story warehouse
He's just building it for his bimbo girlfriend
When he found he sneaking out with his best friend
Rattlesnake in the big city yeah 2x

One of these days he's going to crash
One of these days he's going to be dead boys
Sun out, running out of luck

Wait, wait by the door
There something else
Something napping around here
I don't know and I don't care
But if it comes in the front door
Then I'm scared, yeah
He said don't be scared man
There's nothing hunting you
Here I am, head onto sleep
He's running around like he doesn't want to see me
Rattlesnake 7x

Repeat Chorus 2x

[had] a drum loop that Thom did himself at home on a tape recorder with bad scratching over the top and kind of Prince vocals.
--Jonny Greenwood | Doyle | "Party On" | Q | June 1997


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