When you walk out of god's house Don't complain You've got yer gold and silver And you've got yer pretty girl When you walk out of god's house Don
I come up From underground Went back down Forgot my bike lock Went back up Drank my dirty water On the ground I felt like iron Sister bed rest
I ate the haggis By and by hallelujah I ate the haggis, now i Feel like a cat on the warm hood Of a car that's just done driving On a cold winter
I like drinking to forget your name And I smoke reefer a'do much the same Between me and you - there's ain't nothing I wouldn't do To untangle these
In honduras cotton smoked and burned for days To be outdone by guatamala To be outdone by texas With a pitchfork and a bell Grubby little runners
Hurry up now, turn the water into coffee, Is it there? are you here? Did you just wake up? Did you just fuck up? Indulge my tug. and yer outside
Flyin down this hill on my schwin Well I guess this is where it all begins Go in sandburg come out like ray charles An odor of jasmine for yer flowers
Flooded roads out of town Call and telephone lines are down I call and the lines are down Retarded girl oh' she slurs Tornadoes out on the desert sir
Columbia's unwound If it gets any worse Gonna have to go down Get me some military training Embark on a little mission Slap some bicycle together Got
I could tell you that I was a christian And I don't guess that would be a lie I could tell you that I was church of christ And I don't guess you could
Well it's the end of the dream That started on green metal She whispered and the wind shook The magnolia seeded limp in winter Well she twisted round
I saddled me a wounded priest Rode him wet through this august heat I took me a german bride All empty and bloody inside In the dark I heard a thief
Oh maria hands it out She comes from guatamala She helps me get around She helps when I'm in trouble When the ice cream hit the ground The federales
It's yer Sweet interjection Kind of affection Boring contraption Gooey confection Circumlocution Rasputin tootin Dismal depression Rich little
The kiwi and the liquid gold For helen would have surely knowed I'd love her if it weren't that i Bind myself to a single joy I was sleeping with
Jesus Christ, with signs followin', serpents in the air. Hellbent on heaven bound, your earthly end is near. Guarded by the divine, we're practicin'
Still in line Spoon in my hand And the mouth that roared Didn?t get fed And the squeaky wheel Blown out and rusted A fellah yelled, candy But we all stood
Sadness cost you bottles o beer Shiney things don't get it She waits and waits full of boring tears Waiting for the money And she waits a long time