Lyrics:
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I wanna go?
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
When I get off of this mountain
You know where I wanna go?
Straight down the Mississippi River
To the Gulf of Mexico
To Lake Charles, Louisiana
you say?
What's Colorado Cool-Aid?
Well, it's a can of Coors brewed from a mountain stream
It'll set you head on fire an' make your kidneys scream
How can we search for an ox foot in box
When we keep slipping on these Goddamned rocks
Let's use the sacred Shroud of Turin to clean the shit
If the rocks in the box
Get the water right down to your socks
This bulkhead's built of fallen brethren's bones
We all do what we can
We endure
Cards thrown across the table and a mountain of guilt
Don't waste that brain of yours on a no good career
Drive your car out in the rain but don't
seaters, two hoes
Yokohamas, no Vogues
Man, that bitch beautiful
Champagne fountains, crib in the mountains
2-mile-long driveway
Man, that ho beautiful
Internal voices
Rising like shadows
Entering my dreams
Conquering my night
I found the well of the potion forbidden
Opening Pandora's box
With
gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis' tonight
She came down from the Boston mountains
There was
and much unwell
So I can squeeze you in
To a small brown box that sits on the top
Of a mountain of misery
paint box
Paints the chapel blue
She went out with her matchsticks
Torched a carwash too
I don't know where she's living
All I got is a card
Soon they'll say
Inside a box are all the answers
Day by day
The door is gone
The word is out
I can't be your slave
Take the lives of many
Someone
The final solution.
It's a box full of tricks.
And I'm through with repairs
When there's nothing to fix,
When there's nothing to fix,
When there's nothing
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
Under the island, middle of a mountain
There is a big bad boomin' system
Blowin' speakers, woofers and tweeters
Amplifiers, melted wires
God knows how long she was waiting on the mountain,
staring at the river, watching all her dreams go by.
every single morning she sang of crystal
mine
It's a groan it's a chuckle it's a grin
It's a little bitty box like a ring comes in
It's a mountain it's a valen-it's-a-tine
It's a miracle that
try to boost they sales
We put our pies on the table and our eyes on the label
'Cause them rednecks up in the mountains'll try to slay you
Call me
put it in a box for You
You got my worries now
You got depression now
You got my mountains now
I put it in a box for You
I put it in a box and You took
gonna be here soon
Don't shoot no dice nor get too tight
If you're gonna pick with Sis tonight
She came down from the Boston mountains
There was
Incomplete dreams
In the box
Out the box
Covered in tar
But I'll always be your
Chassidic reggae super star
Breaking out
Listening close
Dancing on tables
Oh no don't you put me in that box
You know what you can do with those locks
Bet your life I'll come crawling out again
You'll have to deal with
Jump so high
Dressed in white
I'd write you letters
But I'm just too shy
Snowy paths on a mountain
Would you throw your penny in my fountain?
I
Sat upon an empty box of Cheerios and settled
Through the cracks of wooden floors
Forming little cone mountains
Fertile soil on which to rest
My
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