In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Blow jobs, blow jobs, all I ever do
Poor, old, fat ones I do screw
Quickies, hand jobs, something blue
Something kinky, it I'll do
All those blow jobs, what a taste
All that saliva that I waste
Up my anus I take it
I could have been a rocket scientist
Blow jobs, hand jobs or a screw
Anything I'm told to do
I wait by the side, by the side of the road
For those johns to shoot their load
Blow jobs, blow jobs, all I ever do
Poor, old, fat ones I do screw
Waiting for them to groan
Crack whore on a downward slope
You know, this business I'm in, it ain't all bad. I feel a great sense of kinship with the girls through my work. And we could have been nice girls if society had given us a proper chance. It's the pimps, the dealers and the johns that are the motherfuckers. So this is a happy little song!
Stepmother pimps me all the time
Sells me for nickels and for dimes
Scrub the floor, then on the street
I feel like a used piece of meat
So you stand by the road with big heels killing your legs. You're more and more tired and those johns pull up and they look at you. Some of them take the piss, maybe they're interested. Some of them are perverts who want to do it all and not even pay for it! RRAAAWWWWWWRRR!
Blow jobs, hand jobs or a screw
Anything I'm told to do
Half sisters get the high class work
While I'm left the bums to jerk
Sometimes I ask myself: Why do we act like this to each other? Why do we laugh, abuse and exploit those who are not as fortunate as us? Those that fate have dealt a cruel hand. What happened to universal love? Can't we all be sisters and brothers? But then I realise, that people are just a bunch of ego driven motherfuckers. So this is a happy little song we all can sing together in the streets as we while away the hours of mind numbing activity. Whenever i hear this song, I think of mama! Oh, mama! Where are you now? Where are you mama? I've gotta get to work! Hey! Hey! Hey! Suck your pickle for a nickel! Come on! You know you want it! Titty fucks! Ten dollars! ...
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs...
Poor, old, fat ones I do screw
Quickies, hand jobs, something blue
Something kinky, it I'll do
All those blow jobs, what a taste
All that saliva that I waste
Up my anus I take it
I could have been a rocket scientist
Blow jobs, hand jobs or a screw
Anything I'm told to do
I wait by the side, by the side of the road
For those johns to shoot their load
Blow jobs, blow jobs, all I ever do
Poor, old, fat ones I do screw
Waiting for them to groan
Crack whore on a downward slope
You know, this business I'm in, it ain't all bad. I feel a great sense of kinship with the girls through my work. And we could have been nice girls if society had given us a proper chance. It's the pimps, the dealers and the johns that are the motherfuckers. So this is a happy little song!
Stepmother pimps me all the time
Sells me for nickels and for dimes
Scrub the floor, then on the street
I feel like a used piece of meat
So you stand by the road with big heels killing your legs. You're more and more tired and those johns pull up and they look at you. Some of them take the piss, maybe they're interested. Some of them are perverts who want to do it all and not even pay for it! RRAAAWWWWWWRRR!
Blow jobs, hand jobs or a screw
Anything I'm told to do
Half sisters get the high class work
While I'm left the bums to jerk
Sometimes I ask myself: Why do we act like this to each other? Why do we laugh, abuse and exploit those who are not as fortunate as us? Those that fate have dealt a cruel hand. What happened to universal love? Can't we all be sisters and brothers? But then I realise, that people are just a bunch of ego driven motherfuckers. So this is a happy little song we all can sing together in the streets as we while away the hours of mind numbing activity. Whenever i hear this song, I think of mama! Oh, mama! Where are you now? Where are you mama? I've gotta get to work! Hey! Hey! Hey! Suck your pickle for a nickel! Come on! You know you want it! Titty fucks! Ten dollars! ...
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs
Give blow jobs...
Lyrics submitted by Mellow_Harsher
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