Breeders Little Fury Lyrics

Little Fury Lyrics

Round up holler girl
Ah I will sing
Title TK
If I don’t black
out

Dumb made for fucking
And missing from the party
That boy spun
out
Hold what you’ve got

While Xenia twists up
Akron flakes
out
Grindcore little fury
I feel hot tire
Why is it floating in
My
beer?
Hold what you’ve got

My big drum
On your big
face
The one eyed jazz
As hickeys fade

Round up holler
girl
We’ll all need bigger uniforms
It’s been a few
days
And I know I will have spun out
Hold what you’ve
got

My big drum
On your big face
The one eyed jazz
As hickeys
fade
Grindcore little fury
If I didn’t black out

Hold what
you’ve got
Hold what you’ve got
Hold what you’ve
got
Hold what you’ve got
Hold what you’ve got