Local H - Taxi-Cabs lyrics

Taxi-cabs, the sharks of streets, with fins of fire they troll for fares The blond haired girls that roam in herds and fix you in their golden glares Hanging out with a new batch and starting out again from scratch You disconnect from your own crew and keeping up is hard to do Sell your past for a few grand with paper signed in a false hand Welcome back, hijack a stool, your favorite bar with souls you know And forward fast to 4 a.m., a Nilsson disc covered in blow Yeah, with fins on fire The dark haired girls attack in threes, they cut your plays off at the knees They meet you out in bars of foam and drag you further from your home You're out alone, out of your depth, and Satan laughed and Jesus wept Hey, yeah [?] taxi-cabs Oh, whoa, whoa, you caught me in the aftermath Yeah, yeah there is no outline to graph It's been segued and cut in half With fins on fire