Lyrics:
What'll you do when the world's gonna end?
No hope left and nothing left to defend
Head to the gulch and invite all your friends
Shotgun a beer, shed
Let me tell you a story about Dead Gulch Dan
Just five feet tall, 40 inches around
He went to West Texas with trouble on his mind
But he left riding
a cottage on Slaughterhouse Gulch
Thick coastal fog coats the whiskers of the dog
As he follows the trail of the cat
High up in a tree is where he cannot be
Living in Saw Mill Gulch Road
There's a lonely girl who's now fifteen
Since I've been gone
She's kept a part of me and something seen
Remembering
taken in this time
You might just get out alive if you're lucky
All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch
Are looking in on you
And they're hungry
He
obliteration, devilish humiliation
Tumbling down the endless gulch
Intent with empty eyes
The treacherous reality
With covering demise
Insecurity alarmed
With
Balladeer
They called it Dirty Gulch, and this is how it got its name
Everyone who chewed some gum or ate a candy bar
Would throw the wrapper
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was
You made it
You made it through the gulch
The gulch
The Gulch
I was a workshop owner in the gulch for the people
And I offered myself to the world
I was a workshop owner
I was a workshop owner
I was a diesel
Thailand, Ireland, Iceland, Greenland,
Halifax, Poland, Switzerland, Scotland,
Liverpool, Dry Gulch, Tombstone, Moscow,
Carlsbad, Leningrad, Stalingrad,
Pour te voir, je baisse la tête
J'me sens comme dans Vertigo
Dans c'milieu
Trop d'poison comme Black Gulch
(comme Black Gulch)
Ils sont effrayants mais
Dearborn
And had beef with Mrs. Gulch from the very beginning of Year One
Mr. Candyman, the parables parabolic
The poetry's like the poems and songs
the haunting, taunting veterano
It's scary, I know
The Goner Gulch, where the drama is
But don't hate the game
We in the zombie biz (Yеs, sir)
We feel the love
sick, sucking part of me
And when I suck your kisses, it's ours
Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch
And to the bottom of the Tahoe Lake
Manmade deltas
sick, sucking part of me
And when I suck your kisses, it's ours
Up to the top of the Shasta Gulch
And to the bottom of the Tahoe Lake
Manmade deltas
enough
To call in touch that outer frame
The inner gain, a sullen gulch
Which opens up on the way to blind man's bluff
A suburb now of river roads
The fat boys are back, foam fingers over open arms
To feverishly reclaim their stomachs from golden jars
And stagger through the pulse ofthe gulch
and gash,
Churning out a deep gulch, the incision a major nick,
A quick toke of nitrous oxide is how I get my kicks...
Expurgating healthy tissue, opulent
in his own peculiar way
Well, he took his 44-40 out and cleaned it up right well
Then he rode off down Dry Gulch with a sack of rifle shells
Old Tom
something I cherish
Whispers of culling are marked by the skulls
Littered about at the foot of the gulch
Inevitable perish is witnessed by silence
And there
bullshit
I lined her bed with cocoa mulch
I pruned her crabgrass down in the gulch
Every corner got my total attention
Including a couple I can't mention
keep walking on by
Whatever came to mind, yeah he'd divulge
Hoopin' and a Hollerin on Gringo Gulch
Swearin' things no one would repeat
But we keep
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