I Gotta Move Lyrics - Singles - Frank Black And The Catholics

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I had a taste 

(I had a taste) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta get me off her face 

Like Peter Radiator 

I heard that he got bashed 

Yeah, he got sainted 

You know it wasn't for the cash, yeah, yeah 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I had a taste 

(I had a taste) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta get me off her face 

He told me in heaven 

That every, everything is fine 

Well, that would make a good movie, huh 

Well, that would make a good record, huh 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I had a taste 

(I had a taste) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta get me cross the lake 

And then he stopped to say 

Before he went down 

This is the worst place in the sun 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I had a taste 

(I had a taste) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta get me off her face 

Yeah, there was a Jack who coiffed it 

He came from my home town 

He was a prophet 

Some kids they put him in the ground, yeah 

Got coffee, got donuts, got wasted 

Erased head and what do they say? 

He's not afraid of the present tense 

And talking back is a bad defense 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I had a taste 

(I had a taste) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta get me cross the lake, yeah, yeah 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

And then he stopped to say 

Before he went down 

This is the worst place in the sun 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move) 

I gotta move 

(I gotta move)