Dear Mom
Booker T's at the front door
Saying it's time to go
Coltrane's at the mother blues tonight
63rd to southshore
We're cruising in the Dyna-Flo
Ain't no way they let us play, but then
they might
Fourteen years not a one day more, yeah
Struttin' my stuff up and down the floor
Haven't you heard this groove before?
Chorus 1:
Ba da bop ba dee-ah ba dee-ah
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
I'll never lose chicago blues
Ba da bop bop ba do-ah do-ay
We tried to be cool, yeah
Flat tops
Catch A Hot One
Catch a Hot One
thanks to Travis Mauthe for submitting the lyrics
Let's tap your heart so we can paint the walls
and see if anybody likes the tone or the pain.
The hungry eyes waiting for life flash,
now they're gonna see it.
Open your veins so we can make a pool and bathe
and see if anyone complains of the stain.
Let's strip you down so we can see you old scars.
Now you're gonna feel it.
Show me how to shine now.
Have you ever turned to dust?
I saw an insect learn to fly;
its form was scorned.
Have you ever seen the kingdom of the flies?
I saw it stay in sovereignty.
Have you lost the sense of touch?
Have you ever turned to dust?
Let's lift you up so we can see how fast you fall.
We always thought that you could fly; now you'll crawl.
The lack of loyalty you thought you once felt,
now you're gonna feel it.
Now show me how to shine.A.F.I. Lyrics Index