I want my records back and that
Motorcycle gas tank that I spray painted black
The owls have been talking to me

But I'm sworn to secrecy

Woke up in a burnt out ba!@&(t

Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch

The moon, it'll rise with a search

Horse laughter, it's dragging pianos to the ocean
If I had a home you'd know it'd be
In a slide trombone


I woke up in a burnt out ba!@&(t
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch


I woke up in a burnt out ba!@&(t
Sleeping with metal hands in a spirit ditch