Matthew Ebel - In the Muck | Текст песни

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• In the Muck

Well you can catch me behind the bandstand
I’m hangin’ in the west corner of the park.
I’ll be talking to a dragon who’s a vegetarian
and man-eating wolves who are afraid of the dark.
I’ve never seen a lagomorph light up a pipe,
I’ve never seen a Bengal tiger with a purple stripe,
no I’ve never heard a mouse with a deafening roar
it’s something I’ve never never seen before.

If you’re in a hurry to be furry
take the phone off the hook
and hop a wagon or a dragon or a taxi
and tell ‘em to book.
If you’re lookin’ for a place you can escape to
then you’re in luck.
Check your skin at the door
and come play with us in the MUCK.

Well there’s a mountain lion grinning at me
and I think I may well be his next lunch,
but I think I got a big dragon willing to back me
if the food chain comes to the punch.
Well there’s a two-toed bat playing cards with a mink
and there’s a pack rat making away with the kitchen sink.
Everyone is telling me I’m going insane,
well they’re right I think the cat’s got my brain.

Now I don’t know but I been told
you only get meaner when you grow old.
Your everyday life is bought and sold
down at the L&C.

Now I don’t know but I hear tell
there’s a fat cat drinkin’ with a bat outta hell.
The blades and blood are flying but hey, that’s swell
down at the DTD.

Now I don’t know but I done heard
there’s a treetop tavern and it’s run by a bird.
Bring your wings and if you don’t fly it’s absurd
down at the NAC.

Now I don’t know but I hear it’s true
there’s a high-flyin’ palace with a swimming pool too.
Beware the dares and if it’s your Q be true
down at the POD.
I said down at the POD.

The hairballs are choking, the hyenas are a-joking
and I’m just wasting time.
I been looking around at all the funky stuff I see
and you’re right I think I lost my mind!

If you’re in a hurry to be furry
take the phone off the hook
and hop a wagon or a dragon or a taxi
and tell ‘em to book.
If you’re lookin’ for a place you can escape to
then you’re in luck.
Check your skin at the door
and if you gotta make a buck
you build a bar and serve drinks
to rabbits, ferrets, and ducks.
So if you think you’re going to like it
and real life sucks,
you check your skin at the door
and come play with us in the MUCK.

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