Frank Black & The Catholics
Frank Black & The Catholics - I Gotta Move lyrics
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I gotta move (I gotta move) I had a taste (I had a taste) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta get me off her face Like Peter Radiator I heard that he got bashed Yeah, he got sainted You know it wasn't for the cash, yeah, yeah I gotta move (I gotta move) I had a taste (I had a taste) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta get me off her face He told me in heaven That every, everything is fine Well, that would make a good movie, huh Well, that would make a good record, huh I gotta move (I gotta move) I had a taste (I had a taste) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta get me ‘cross the lake And then he stopped to say Before he went down This is the worst place in the sun I gotta move (I gotta move) I had a taste (I had a taste) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta get me off her face Yeah, there was a Jack who coiffed it He came from my home town He was a prophet Some kids they put him in the ground, yeah Got coffee, got donuts, got wasted Erased head and what do they say? He's not afraid of the present tense And talking back is a bad defense I gotta move (I gotta move) I had a taste (I had a taste) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta get me ‘cross the lake, yeah, yeah I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move) And then he stopped to say Before he went down This is the worst place in the sun I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move) I gotta move (I gotta move)