A B Talk to a man just to get a little work G A Then you talk to the hand just to get a little jerk A B Some people die, then they start to get old G A But I don't want to die upon the threshold A B I got threshold apprehesion G Threshold, Threshold, A Threshold, Threshold, Threshold, Threshold A B Threshold Apprehension G A I got threshold apprehension Every little shit gotta find his salt lick If I don't find my babe, I'm gonna be junk sick Roll away the rock so I can get to my ascension Ain't my first time having threshold apprehension I got threshold aprehension. What? Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold apprehension (Threshold apprehension) I got threshold apprehension Chorus: G D Who's carrying who? G D Who's turning the screw? F# G Who has prophesied? G D Petit paramour G D I will be the whore F# G And you'll be my suicide Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold We got on my bike and we rode to the sea I stood on the dock and you got on your knees Grand Marnier and a pocket full of speed We did it all day 'til we started to bleed Are you feeling apprehensive? I can leap higher than an old king toad I do 185 on the new ring road I love a blue girl and I like my grog It's a black and white world, 'cause I'm a Scorpio dog Have drink, press button, seventh floor And wait a hundred years for the elevator door Come a time when you wanna lose the tension It's your last time for the threshold apprehension I got threshold aprehension. Say what? Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension I got threshold apprehension Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold Threshold, threshold, threshold Chorus: Who's carrying who? Who's turning the screw? Who hath prophesied? Petit paramour I will be the whore Be my suicide Who's carrying who? Who's turning the screw? Who hath prophesied? Petit paramour I will be the whore Be my suicide | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA B D F# G |