Fred's Got Slacks Songtext
von The Flatliners

Destroy positions of power and what stands between you and the final stretch where you find out what happens
In the end man on the corner preaching, screaming "the devil is coming and the earth will plummet to the ground again!"
I hope to death that no one knows and they don′t find a way
To bullshit cheat lie and steal then run away
Through the trenches and the streets, the famous alleyway
I've got a feeling that today is not my day

The facts have been stated they′re implausible, the cause of the week too heavy for a freak like me, (like me)
Hit the brick running with the rhythm in your feet and all your feelings in a fist, it's too much to resist when you're only sixteen
(Waiting for the weekend train to come)
Right outta here, six strings to the wind and I′m gone
Head on collision with the barrel of our social forms gun when the shells hit the ground it′s time to go home

Apathetic were pathetic, it's easy to see, the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
Hands up, fists high for everyone to see

Were destructive so disruptive it′s gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and show 'em what we mean
We′ve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline


Hopping along the border of whats rude and whats insane, it's the same as everyday, (everyday is the same)
Still haven′t found the answers to the questions I've been asking
And nothing strikes resemblance to the memory I remember
Those days didn't they seem so long ago?
Free to go wherever we wanted, free to say (no)
End of the line and were really wasting time now
End of the like and there′s no one left behind us

Hit the cobblestone road there′s precision in the distance
Who gives a fuck if he's a metro-sexual?
I know you did, ′cause you're a hetero-molestico
There′s malice in the words that first seemed oh so comfortable
Finding a new way can be devastating to some
Look on the bright side you're not the one toting a gun
So wipe your ass like everybody does and ask for my reasons, well I′ve got none

Apathetic were pathetic it's easy to see the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
Hands up, fists high for everyone to see

Were destructive so disruptive it's gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and show ′em what we mean
We′ve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline


(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)
(Hands up, fists high)

Apathetic were pathetic it's easy to see the fires ignited and the flames have gotten the best of me
Hands up, fists high for everyone to see

Were destructive so disruptive it′s gotten to me
Lets hit the streets and show 'em what we mean
We′ve got the heart and mind to mix in with the gasoline

Ow, Fred's got slacks on the Boulevard