Frightened Rabbit - Foot Shooter [The Winter Of Mixed Drinks]

[@horizonvariations]

One of the greatest songs ever written. History will catch up one day.

[@abrahamdylan377]

Agreed. The way he goes from “it’s not your fault it’s mine” RIGHT INTO the chorus in incredible.

[@herbertrichard614]

Hutchison and his mates made music on a grand scale. Epic scope, sweeping vision, gothic narrative.

[@bbop3557]

Scott Hutchison ya magnificent bastard😪🙌

[@ProfessorChomsky]

Absolutely magnificent and so sad for the loss of this fella x

[@Michael-cv7tp]

Thanks rabbits!

[@kingoffootball]

And if I shoot at you You should shoot at me too And we can drown in pools Of the thick dark words we threw

[@horizonvariations]

YES. Genius melody!

[@401-vhatkaramit8]

Well the booze in my blood runs faster than love And my brain shouts down to my mouth, Say whatever I think, say it at him And when the dam bursts open and you're drowned out, boy Better go outside and sit in your boat And wait 'til you get washed away Hold onto your thoughts, time your rall-all-all-allies Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again And as the body succumbs and my mouth goes numb I limp out to the sound of breaking of broken toes, a vandal spoke And in the stark and the sobering dry sunlight I will blink my eyes and hope the blink can erase All the shit that I said and did Hold onto your thoughts, time your rall-all-all-allies Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again And if I shoot at you, you should shoot at me too And we can drown in this of the thick dark words we And as my face turns white, I apologize, I am sorry, Its not your fault, its mine Hold onto your thoughts, time your rall-all-all-allies Pluck up your ears, we're doing it verbal, but I am loaded Duck under that desk, cover your neck, uh-uh uh-uuuh Picking your skin as I begin to shoot myself in the foot again

[@neganballbat]

My man, these lyrics are all wrong.