Song parody of
Mobile Home on a Möbius Strip Highway to the Moon Blues
by Even the Orchestra
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Hey you seem nice
Come over its so cold at night
Yeah I got some good whiskey
And abandon hits the spot just right
And discover this naked urgency
Is two people trying to feel alright
Like cave paint, to be huddled around a fire
And I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a Möbius strip highway to the moon blues
The light is whispering
And a blushing river swoons
But I keep on pushing this shit box to the moon
And off of the shoulder I spy a little boy, his head in his hands
I still shudder when I think of being that age again
But I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a möbius strip highway to the moon blues
Accursed road
He's the only road I've ever known
So raise your drinks up to the sky all my friends
You know it seems to go and never ends
I push this shit box down the highway
And I try to keep positive
And I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a Möbius strip highway to the moon blues
Hey you seem nice
Come over its so cold at night
Yeah I got some good whiskey
And abandon hits the spot just right
And discover this naked urgency
Is two people trying to feel alright
Like cave paint, to be huddled around a fire
And I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a Möbius strip highway to the moon blues
The light is whispering
And a blushing river swoons
But I keep on pushing this shit box to the moon
And off of the shoulder I spy a little boy, his head in his hands
I still shudder when I think of being that age again
But I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a möbius strip highway to the moon blues
Accursed road
He's the only road I've ever known
So raise your drinks up to the sky all my friends
You know it seems to go and never ends
I push this shit box down the highway
And I try to keep positive
And I don't mind that loves not real
But I could lie to forget about
These mobile home on a Möbius strip highway to the moon blues
