We Still Got The Taste Dancin' On Our Tongues - Wild Beasts

Kick!

The spirit kicks

but the moonshine plays cheap tricks.

Us kids are cold and cagey rattling around the town

scaring the oldies into their dressing gowns

as the dribbling dogs howl.

What’so wrong with just a little fun?

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

When we pucker up our lips are bee-stung.

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

We got gusto

we are headstrong.

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

Fill our bellies and we fill our lungs.

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

Darling the spirit is kicking

don’t be fooled by the moonshine

it’s tricking.

Frock spill like alcho-pop around girls' knees.

Trousers and blouses make excellent sheets

down dimly lit streets.

Why should we feel bad for what we’ve done?

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues.

Love the smash and grab of our goings on.

We still got the taste dancin' on our tongues