Mr. My Go Lyrics - Singles - Kelly Joe Phelps

Hip-pocket flask at the ready 

Step-light downed by the glass, yeah 

Honey, what's that nail doing in my head? 

Just a minute ago I was shooting from a saddle 

Yeah, I got a spur and a horse high shooting from a saddle 

Oh Im knee deep in salt and shoe grease 

Whipping the leather with a fine toothed crack 

All the words are candy, rot out my brain 

With a nail twisting front hot here 

Nail twisting hot front up to back 

He didnt know this triumph is nothing like waste 

The smell of my youth in a brown paper sack 

I'm gonna shake it night and throw it in the oven 

Just throw it in the oven 

You can warm it up soft like it was a day old 

Or as stale and hard like a coroner's wife 

And I look in the rear view mirror 

With the headlights up there behind 

Melt into wax, ice and candy cigarettes 

In vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen 

Vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen 

It's a hundred degrees, my boots are soaked to the tongue 

Covered in misty aberration, souls are holes, yeah, in a frame 

And souls are holes, its in the frame of a 

Picture of a madman hanging on a wall 

Picture of a madman hanging on a red wall 

Down the hall on the right, all night, paces reverently Mr. My Go 

Are you ready? Let's hit that man 

Let us hit, lets do this, lets hit that man 

Well, let's visit that neighbors that never come home 

From a costume ball no one goes to alone 

Man, let's visit the neighbors that never come home 

Gone to the costume ball no one goes to alone