Mudwalk

Counterfeit coiffure ruling
Lord, lord, help me lord
Tiny hands gesticulating
Lord, lord, help me lord

You made it big the year of the dog
Only a nickel the year of the rat
Your mama passed away that same year
Not by the cancer but that of the bat
You've felt the sorrow for too long
With the abandoning coming on too strong
For a second you are blinded
When the holy spirit grabs a hold of your tounge

Out by the water, sittin' on a lonely log
Knowing that one of these days
You'll crawl back home just to mudwalk

Sightings of the Chupacabra
Lord, lord, help me lord
Heavy weighs the crown upon ya'
Help me lord, lord, lord, lord, lord, lord

Go on home
Burn the book down by the lake
Leave all of your belongings
You're making sure that nothing is left at stake
Mark your last bullet
Load it up into your gun
Down your rum, point, pull the trigger
Make it home where you belong

And you're singing now
Out by the water, sittin' on a lonely log
Knowing that one of these days
You'll crawl back home just to mudwalk



Credits
Writer(s): Sigurdsson Karl-rasmus Bringeland, Leonard Wik Mikael Carl Django Andersson
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