Lyrics The Breeders

The Breeders

Little Fury

Round up holler girl

Ah I will sing

Title TK

If I don't black out

Dumb made for fucking

And missing from the party

That boy spun out

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got

While Xenia twists up the sky

Akron flakes out

Grindcore little fury

I feel hot tire

Why is it floating in

My beer?

Hold what you've got

My big drum

On your big face

The one eyed jazz

As hickeys fade

Round up holler girl

We'll all need bigger uniforms

Grindcore little fury

It's been a few days

And I know I will have spun out

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got

My big drum

On your big face

The one eyed jazz

As hickeys fade

Grindcore little fury

If I don't black out

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got

Hold what you've got