Lyrics

[Verse 1: Slug] She said she worked down at Dreamgirls Easily one of my least favorite basements in this free world I told her I worked at a record store And lived uptown in a duplex on the second floor She was five foot eight, character traits: less filling tastes great With a look that'll cook your steak Ass cheeks and a back piece, voice was pissy and raspy But the whiskey seemed to make her happy Borderline obnoxious A lot of fun to watch the stars shoot hard, far, and uncautious Hobbies included music, coke, and sex Hit the juice, hold thе breath, guess she doеsn't know the ledge Ah yeah, [?] Excuse me, Mrs waitress, can I order some more liquids? 'Cause I'm sick with these words that puppeteer the smile Dialogue is the whip I steer up into it now [Chorus; Slug] (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence [Verse 2: Slug] Let's start simple: music, that's too easy Lou Reed me to the dumb, deaf, blind Jeff Healy And we can talk, talk, until your Mudhoney Starts to leak out of your System of a Down your seat She hit me back when she said she had a little Johnny Cash left She wants to call a cab, she lives in Kenwood, yes, I would Can my wood harden? Push the buttons on the phone Good, let's get a car, then Making out with a half-naked mental patient outside While waiting on your ride is way underrated Like runnin' from cops, adrenaline hot December downtown, drunken groupies parking lot Once we got inside the taxi She unzipped me, got smart for me, right there in the back seat Dear driver, keep your eyes on the road Take 35 to 94 to Lyndale (Go, go, go!) [Chorus; Slug] (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence [Verse 3: Slug] My breath smells like smoke, I won't touch coke But I'll kiss your neck, once for every stroke Damn girl, you got them good gag reflexes Make these other women all look like bad remixes Eyes roll into the back of my grin, like She got half my torso stuck in her windpipe Seen the cabbie, tryna peer through the rearview But you could shoot me right now, I wouldn't hear you The car stops, pay the driver his props Now off towards the door, so we can play robbers and police And while she fumbles with her keys, I'm on my knees doing work Tryna fit my face up inside her miniskirt Door opens, plot thickens So does the dickens, must follow this mission Into the kitchen, she sets down her keys and phone In a loud tone, she screams "Honey, I'm home" [Chorus; Slug] (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence (Living in the falls) And she knows what the time is (Giving it your all) If not, you'll come up minus (Hit them with it loud) Is it real enough, your highness? (Rhythm of the now) All about sex and violence [Outro Spoken: Slug] Alright, kids, you've got to be careful who you go home with after the bar. 'Cause even your broke, ugly-ass could be robbed and tied up. Fucker