Tekst
Once again I'm slipping into my feminine ways
Dump creatine and skip leg day
Jump as four titans emerge from underground
Debating would you rather be burned or drowned
Pump fists drunk on the stench of fraternity
Haloed by memories of benching eternity
Head polished to a mirror for Athena
Goodbye Nana A and stay strong Nana Tina
Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Bass guitarists and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never caught the shuttle home
Never went to bed alone
Alan was a rolling stone
Once again, I'm slipping up to my hominid gait
Desoil that vertebrae
I'm cocksure as a man jumping off a cliff
Top heavy head, cigarette and a quiff
Slunk back drunk to the den of uncertainty
Crying a fantasy of bleeding maternity
Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Bass guitarists and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never caught the shuttle home
Never went to bed alone
Alan was a rolling stone
Tip-toe, going on some gospel, oh-oh
They'll try and ship in a mask
The way I see it, don't care how long it takes
Ocean Network Express
Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Bass guitarists and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never caught the shuttle home
Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Bass guitarists and bikies
Before the America's Cup
Never heard of methadone
Never caught the shuttle home
Before the America's Cup
It was sailors and junkies
Bass guitarists and bikies
Before-
