ATM - Coachwhips



     
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I pulled up at the A.T.M.
I pulled up at the A.T.M.
My, what a rich fool I am
I spit it out and I tell the truth
I spit it out and I tell the truth
Money is simply the root
Don't bullshit the bullshitter
Don't bullshit the bullshitter
It takes gold to live like a king
It takes gold to live like a king
In the midnight hour baby
When the truth comes down
I don't need no doctor
Hangin' around
Can I get a whiff now?

Can I come on strong?
Every tricky rock star
Just rubs me wrong
Hey!
The leaders of rock don't rock
The leaders of rock don't rock
This bothers me quite a lot
You get old and you need it more
You get old and you need it more
It's pullin' your ass off the floor
I hang out at the A.T.M.
I hang out at the A.T.M.
The Stooges fight poverty in secret
The Stooges fight poverty in secret
The Stooges fight poverty in secret
Can I get a whiff now baby?
Can I come on strong?
Every tricky dickhead
Has got it wrong
Woo!
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written by SCOTT ASHETON, RON ASHETON, IGGY POP
Lyrics © BUG MUSIC

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Coachwhips were a three-piece noise/punk rock outfit from San Francisco, California formed in 2001. John Dwyer, formerly of Pink and Brown (Dwyer was Pink), was the guitarist/vocalist. John Harlow played the drums and Mary Ann McNamara played the keyboard/tambourine. In their 2nd incarnation, Val (tronic) played the keyboard/tambourine, and Matt Hartman played the drums. The Coachwhips are known for their stripped-down, unpolished garage rock and completely inaudible lyrics, similar to The Oblivians and The Gories.

Read more about Coachwhips on Last.fm.


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