Crab Songtext
von The Gits

(It′s a wonderful, wonderful band all the way from Seattle)
(Here at the X-Ray Cafe Portland, Oregon to rock the house)
(The Gits!)

(Sign of the Crab, it's coming up to you)

You take me down the rollercoaster
Of your serial-killing ways
I′m down the rollerpiece
You find my bowl, that's it

You're always taking me back to the same place
Sometimes I wonder if I′m just here to take your wrap

Well, you can talk with your husband
But there′s no torch there for remorse
We ain't that much different
No, we′re feeding off—
Feeding off the same incentive

Never ceases to amaze me the shit you try to pull
Anything to get me in and then get me killed
Go ahead and slice me up, spread me all across this town
'Cause you know you′re the one that won't be found


Maybe I′ve pushed my luck one too many times
Well, you've taken it upon yourself to put me back in line
Leave it to fear to get the message through
But isn't that the romance that brought me here to you?

You can talk all you want there
But there′s no torch there for remorse
And we aren′t that much different
No, we're feeding off—
Feeding off the goddamn same incentive

You take me down the rollercoaster
Of your serial-killing ways
I′m down the rollerpiece
You find my bowl, that's it

You′re always chasing me back to the same place
Sometimes I wonder if I'm here to take your wrap

Don′t ruin me for what you cannot own all to yourself

Yeah, you can talk with your husband
But there's no torch there for remorse
And we aren't that much different
No, we′re feeding off
The same damn incentive