Letra por: Cat Tattoo Derechos: La letra de esta canción es propiedad exclusiva de Cat Tattoo. © Cat Tattoo. Todos los derechos reservados. [Intro] [fast distorted guitar riff, rapid drum fill] (Hey! Hey! Hey! Hey!) [Verse 1] [palm-muted guitar, driving bass] Twelve hours on my feet I'm not myself anymore I've got no time, I'm fed up Already ruined three pairs of tights Those damn sneaky toenails Feet up on the couch, wiggling around Where are the scissors? [Chorus] [full band, open power chords] I'll cut off the tips With the leftover polish The sharp little points that dig in and stab me Pantyhose killers, tights and yellow sock destroyers Not a single toe will escape bloody cuticles A straight precise cut [Verse 2] [bass-driven rhythm, light guitar stabs] Saturday night I should be dancing But here I am, feet up on the couch These nail clippers, dull scissors My patience is breaking like this crooked nail [Chorus] [distorted guitars, crash cymbals] I'll cut off the tips With the leftover polish The sharp little points that dig in and stab me Pantyhose killers, tights and yellow sock destroyers Not a single toe will escape bloody cuticles [Bridge] [half-time feel, heavy guitar chugging] A straight precise cut My big toe looks like a mollusk With that black polish and its sharp point What a disgust! [shouted] I need a picture, a mirror, a psychologist And my pinky toe, how awful With that sweater-shaped puff of fluff [Outro] [fast tempo resumes, frantic drumming] I've broken a nail! And I don't have a file! Shit! Fuck! I'm going to sleep! [maniacal laughter, feedback swell]
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