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Black Francis Bluefinger Threshold Apprehension 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 wanna die upon on the threshold I got threshold apprehension Threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension Every little ****'s gotta find a 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 on the threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension What? Threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension Who’s carrying who? Who’s turning the screw? Who hath prophesied petit paramour? I will be the whore and you’ll be my suicide We got on my bike and we rode to the sea I stood on the dock and you got on your knees Grand Mariner and a pocket full of speed We did it all day till 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 'cos I'm a Scorpio dog Have a drink, **** by the seventh floor And wait a hundred years for the elevator door Come a time if you wanna lose attention It’s the last time on the threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension Say what? Threshold, I got threshold apprehension Threshold Who’s carrying who? Who’s turning the screw? Who has prophesied petit paramour? I will be the whore, be my suicide Who’s carrying who? Who’s turning the screw? Who has prophesied petit paramour? I will be the whore, be my suicide |
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