Friday Night
Album: Little Taste
By: Deathrow Tull
By: Deathrow Tull
Duration
4:09
Genres
Description
We are your enemy. We are your guiding light. We are your energy. We are your Friday Night!!
Lyrics
I'ma be that raptor chasing every damn calf in the pasture, grazing. Let the rapture take me to a faster phrasing and a style so captivating. Call me Captain Crazy, looney tune laughing fit with a dash of rabies. Maybe I'ma hatch a daydream in a glass of J.Beam and be everything they're afraid to make me. Make ma an offer, an operation to fix my posture and concentration. Complicate me conflicts can't change me, a strange brew baby with a taste for paisley. A cave painting, prophetic snakeskin, and a head full of operatic ravings. So put your hands up to the constellation for this massive tantric classic in the making. So Stay at home, play ya role, be available, get your dance shoes, the ones that ain't afraid of the floor. Fuel efficient so we burn like coal.
