I, Fitznik
Lyrics
Deliver me from pub acceptance,
Deliver me from teenage angst.
Deliver me from the seas, the races,
Of what should be a
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Deliver me from one, two, three, four,
Deliver me from formula.
Deliver me from raped existence,
Dismissing all the sounds I love.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Slipping slipper, down.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Hup, hup, hup, hup.
Deliver me from seven inches,
That pay the dues of prefab bitches.
Deliver me from indie cred,
Deliver me 'cause punk rock's dead.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away.
Slip away, lay down,
Slip away, hey, down.
Writer(s): DAVID LUND, JAMES BERRY, JOHN CAMP III, MICHAEL LINDE, MICHAEL PEARSON, ROBERT TRONDSON, WILLIAM SOLLEDER
Copyright(s): Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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