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