Taste The Floor

Taste The Floor (by Jim)

Its too cool

To get something done

Too many things move fast

I cant quite get a grip at last

And all the stars dont shine

And all the stars dont shine

And all the walls fall down

And all the fish get drowned

Here it comes

Cant you hear the sound of it

Just like a big brass drum

And some cunts always scratching it

Just like a voice is pain

Just like the taste is pain

I wish that I could fly

You have to learn to fly

Shes singing to herself

As shes singing in herself

And she walk right up to you

As she walk all over you

Dont turn off

I dont expect, I just accept

Im happy in my box

You got to see the box upstairs

And the sun dont shine

And all the stars dont shine

And all the walls fall down

And all the fish get drowned

Shes singing to herself

As shes singing in herself

And she walk right up to you

As she walk all over you