The clouds explode and then the desert blooms
Someone will need to mop this floor for me
When I emerge I find my car
Like a cathedral in a dream of the future
Drive 'til the ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
Two blinded in Detroit!
Something must be done
Jaws dropping at ringside
In the blood tide
When the fireball hits
Down Indiana way
Make 'em check their guns
Real tears whe...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
Down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you'll drink to mine
As we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas hold out for a while
We drink vodka from Ru...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
Whipped like a dog, down on the cards
Square in the spotlight sweating real hard
All soaked in blood like a newborn babe
Sharp thing hidden in my hand shaped like an astrolabe
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
I saw the ceiling spin.
And I saw the room shift.
And I watched the television flicker.
And I let my mind drift.
I would give anything in the world up for you,
But I will not stop...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
I will rise up early and dress myself up nice
And I will leave the house and check the deadlock twice.
And I will find a crowd and blend in for a minute
And I will try to find a li...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
It is the only appliance that grinds the grain into flour
And kneads the dough in the same container
I cut myself a two-foot switch from some tropical hardwood nearby.
And the sou...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
You'll be maybe lunging for the bad guy’s hip
No one anticipates the sunset flip
The referee and your opponent will hold you there
And we're gonna bring in a folding chair
...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
It was raining outside, so I cleaned house today.
Spent half of the morning throwing old things away.
Try not to get caught up,
Try to think like a machine.
Focus in on the task, ...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats
Unknown engines underneath the city
Steam pushing up in billows through the graves
Frankie Lymon's drinking Sea Breeze in a studio in Harlem
It's 1968
Just a pair of tunes to hamm...Read Full Lyrics
Artist - The Mountain Goats