Got an earthquake shack near Elbe.. Got a garden of dyin' cars.. Covered up deep in the mud of the powerline road.. . And at night I can hear the lockjaw,.
Out past the trees there is nothing to burn. Just an empty gas station, left to me in a will. Just a plate of bad habits and plenty of salt for the wounds.
I can sleep it off,. Sleep it back to sleep,. I can be most anything I want.. A long way from the shade,. The north side of the moon.. Down here only rich men lose their shirts..
The graveyard sits by the Prescott mill.. Where my old man lost his arm,. And for that I was ready to kill.. But he just looked tired,. And said: "Don't bury me near that place.".
Last time that I saw you, you were on the killing floor. Last time that I saw you, all the tears had turned to clay. . Still I haven't panicked, come and pull the stitches tight.
All dressed up for the day of the dead. I have been waiting. It's coming soon enough. . The doors are open and the prowlers have all fled. So tired of waiting.
Man came down from the field. A lonely horseman. Heading back to the stable. Said he was sorry. But his 'cain was not able. To save us all from ourselves.
Spent another season in the valley of the bones. But higher grounds was callin, callin me back home. 109 answers to 110 proofs. Back up to my bed o' nails and my leakin roof.
Now all of us knew Old Crow as the patron drinker's curse.. He paced along the barstools, beggin' quarters for his thirst.. Nobody knew where he came from,.
Lead you over to the water,. Said "Hold it down until it does not breathe.". Tried drowning it on dry land for too long,. But it was not supposed to be..
Promise me my soul to keep.. And promise me you'll never sleep.. And promise me that when it's over,. We will drink the whole world sober.. . Promise me that lines get drawn..
Highwater is everywhere, highwater is telling me to go. There's poison in the course it runs, there's ashes from the factory on the hill. . Watch it all fall down.
Will you crash the engine of our ruin?. Who'll spill the flat cars of our shame?. . I'm beat up tired from always doin',. What I shoulda done in the first place..
Come back in the winter, won't steal away too long. And when I'm back I'll set it all ablaze. Got Jesus in my pocket and matches in my coat. I won't have to work alone this time.
Maybe you should disappear,. And now I've warned you so.. Bury your clothes out in the woods,. And hide your letters 'neath the stove.. . There's a big house down in Wilkeson, where you can dance on tabletops..
Carved your name on the numbering hill,. Now it looks on the town with the promise to kill everything.. We lit this valley with atomic power,. But the lights went down in the closing hour yesterday..
Wake up dead man, there's a noise. You must attend. It will not quit. . Wake up dead man, there's a noise. Your sleep is done. Your secret's out. . Dead man rise.