Puddle Magic - Aftertaste Rock Lyrics

The Taste
It went
From sweet to sour
Not a day not an hour
Not a second too soon
Your swollen stomach had you hungry for a hollowing
The acid rising in your throat it stopped you swallowing
Disgust it grabbed you by the collar not a second too soon
Not a second too soon

You can stand still
Or you can run away
You're gonna end up footsore anyway
And if you think the after taste is funny
You've got another thing coming
You can
You will
You just need one refill
One more taste to keep you running
Leave you done in

The waste
The stench
Dead flowers
Filled your nose
Filled your hours
Filled up every room
But now you're scratching... another itch
Now you're hatching... another wish
Snatching the pipe and calling the tune
(Not a minute too soon)

You can keep it down
Or you can throw it up
That's what you get for growing up
And if you think the aftertaste is bitter
(Well so does everyone)
Too much
Enough
You think you've had it rough?
You think this aftertaste is bitter?
Well so does every quitter

The taste it went
From sweet to sour
(Not a minute too soon)