Shit Talk from Shit Talk by French Club

Four drinks deep, now the kid's a comedian
Just two more and he's a king like the rest of them
Button-down crown or a black and white cardigan
Getting down tonight but tomorrow he'll be innocent

Year and a half with the fight-back brats
Working on the act, getting side-tracked
Now it's Mr. Shot Glass, not bad, always had a knack
Well Saturday's a drag but Sunday's had a comeback

I don't know just what you're asking for
I don't know just what you're asking

Matchbox, shit talk, flip flops, or polka dot socks
In her fucked up red wine high tops
Everybody's eyes on the big shot punk rock
Band with the skin-tight 8 o'clock time slot

Wet dreams, prom queens, smoking weed in skinny jeans
Been those kids on the stoop since they were seventeen
Skanking in the pit with some friends making enemies
Used to try the scene but now they're on to bigger things

I don't know just what you're asking for
I don't know just what you're asking

I said baby please don't wake me
I'm lonely and I'm wasted
Say we're all the same but
I could never blame you

• Punk
• Rock
• indie
• indie rock
• ska
• Gambier