Lyrics Black Francis

Black Francis

Threshold Apprehension

Talk to a man just to get a little work

Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk

Some people die then they start to get old

But I don’t wanna die upon on the threshold

I got threshold apprehension

Threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension

Every little shit's gotta find a salt lick

If I don’t find my babe, I’m gonna be junk sick

Roll away the rock so I can get to my ascension

Ain’t my first time on the threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension

What?

Threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension

Who’s carrying who?

Who’s turning the screw?

Who hath prophesied petit paramour?

I will be the whore and you’ll be my suicide

We got on my bike and we rode to the sea

I stood on the dock and you got on your knees

Grand Mariner and a pocket full of speed

We did it all day till we started to bleed

Are you feeling apprehensive?

I can leap higher than an old king toad

I do 185 on the new ring road

I love a blue girl and I like my grog

It’s a black and white world 'cos I'm a Scorpio dog

Have a drink, piss by the seventh floor

And wait a hundred years for the elevator door

Come a time if you wanna lose attention

It’s the last time on the threshold apprehension

I got threshold apprehension

Say what?

Threshold, I got threshold apprehension

Threshold

Who’s carrying who?

Who’s turning the screw?

Who has prophesied petit paramour?

I will be the whore, be my suicide

Who’s carrying who?

Who’s turning the screw?

Who has prophesied petit paramour?

I will be the whore, be my suicide