Taxi-cabs, the sharks of streets With fins of fire they troll for fares The blond haired girls that roam in herds And fix you in their golden glares Hanging out with a new batch And starting out again from scratch You disconnect from your own crew And keeping up is hard to do Sell your past for a few grand With paper signed in a false hand Ooh Welcome back, hijack a stool Your favorite bar with souls you know And forward fast to four A.M. A Nilsson disc covered in blow Yeah, with fins on fire The dark haired girls attack in trees They cut your plays off at the knees They meet you out in bars of foam And drag you further from your home You're out alone, out of your depth And Satan laughed and Jesus wept Oh Hey, hey, yeah, I'm parked and trapped in taxi-cabs Oh, whoa, whoa, you caught me in the aftermath Yeah, yeah, there is no outline to grab It's been segued and cut in half With fins on fire On fire