Gimme Some Slack – Cars

Magic mouth in the sun
Train ride to the courtyard
Before you can run
Down at the end of lonely street
Where no one takes a walk
Someone’s lying at your feet
And someone’s getting off

CHORUS
Just gimme some slack

The seven floors of walkup
The odor musted cracks
The peeping keyhole introverts
With the monkeys on their backs

CHORUS

The rooftops strung with frauleins
The pastel pinned up sails
The eighteen color roses
Against your face so pale

CHORUS

I want to float like Euripides
All visions intact
I’m alright with Fellini fiends
Tripping over the track

CHORUS

Down at the end of Lonely Street


Lyric Gimme Some Slack – Cars