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 shit'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 Marnier and a pocket full of speed We did it all day till we started to bleed
Are you feeling appre…hensive?
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, piss 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
Compositor: Charles Michael Kittridge Thompson Iv (BMI)Editor: Lone Child MusicECAD verificado obra #2330918 em 10/Abr/2024 com dados da UBEM