Snack City from Bingo! by La Sécurité

Prowler, scrowler, get out of my mind
Easy like a Cheeto, not for all the time
Pizza bread bursting out his shirt
Shoes full of queso from the Sev across the show

Creamy dancer!
Shit romancer, do your best
Best is just what we deserve

Are we some kind of snack?
That’s what they say, say behind our backs
Thanks for the pickle and I think you should go back
Don’t forget mister Cracker Jack
Skip the bread bar, it’s all just fluff
All that sugar is going to your head
In and out, over and out, hang up
My bed is, my bed is made

Chicken!
Can’t even ask, all you do is take
Hands on your knees and you’re hoping for a please
Till you’re flat on your back, cuz you got a little slush slap

Are we some kind of snack?
That’s what they say, say behind our backs
Thanks for the pickle and I think you should go back
Don’t forget Mr Cracker Jack
Skip the bread bar, it’s all just fluff
All that sugar is going to your head
In and out, over and out, hang up
My bed is, my bed is made

Creamy dancer!

J’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim
J’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim souvent
J’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim
J’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim, j’ai faim tout le temps!

Chicken

• Punk
• art punk
• egg punk
• post-punk
• Montreal