Fireside Songtext

von Toehider

I'd watch my Dad make this toast fork,
Bend some wire he'd find up in the shed.
Then he'd take some mesh from a flyscreen
Make a little bit where he'd rest the bread
Man, I wish I could do something useful
I never could do the cool shit that he's done
I was in my room like a dickhead
Playin'on the box that he'd backward strung.

Sitting out by the fireside.
Laughing tears, smoke'll sting the eyes
Kicking back and wasting time

Now, I'll strum some Slim out with the old man.
We'll play a G, and we'll go to the D.
I'll play some wanky Chet licks
Meanwhile the old man'd take it back to the G.
He'd say "How the fuck do you do that?
I can barely take the bass down for a walk!"
I'll laugh and shrug my shoulders, say
"I'd rather I could make those cool toast forks!"

Drinking coffees by the fireside.
Watching stars shoot across the sky
Reminiscing and wasting time.
Cunny funts by the fireside.
Laugh so much, you'd have to hold your side.
Telling jokes and wasting time.