Yard Trip #7 Lyrics - Screaming Trees

Yard trip number seven's 

The one that they painted on the lawn 

And if we load it up into this gun 

Soon it'll all be gone 

Quarter to eleven on the day of my birth 

In the desert wind I would have a grin 

That might shatter the earth 

Whoa 

There's three short ways to live again 

Crumble like paper upon my skin 

They all tell you to try 

But you're gonna cry 

When no one cares where you've been 

Couple days of driving in circles I'd rather spin 

We've got eight more lives and two more tries 

And six ways for drifting beyond 

Whoa 

Yard trip number seven's the one they 

Tried to steal from heaven 

And if we load it up into this gun 

Soon it'll all be gone 

Whoa