Shimmychick Songtext
von BOBBY

Garden snakes are growing their old sins
And I wonder how they compensate
For the hissin′
We have gotten mold in the hoses
And it's just a lack of late mistakes


I believed in all the groans that she gave me
My head′s taking it all in stride and now I'm off to the gates
When I'm dreamin′
Simply stomping, hoarding the hours
We′re not leaving, let it come again

We're getting intense
Sew in the solder
Making it instant
Molding it harder
What′s the man to want
Holding his hammer
Something has to stop
Holding the ladder