Those Poor Bastards - Mysterious Things | Текст песни

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Let’s quit foolin’ each other
Let’s quit messin’ around
Let’s wrap a man in the chains of a beast
Then hold him underwater ‘til he drown

Let’s go huntin’ for demons
Let’s follow their tracks in the snow
Let’s get a gun and shoot ‘em in the neck
Then watch their evil blood start to flow

Let’s find a farm nice and lonely
Let’s climb down the chimney if you dare
Let’s howl like dogs ‘til the moon starts to rise
And mosquitoes are thick in the air

Let’s sleep on graves in the graveyard
Let’s talk of mysterious things
Let’s walk on all fours ‘til our hands turn to claws
Forget that we ever had names

Let’s get a bell and a bible
Let’s make ‘em boldly ring
Let’s crack the skull of a man with no teeth
And see what good fortune it do bring

Let’s float up the side of a mountain
Let’s scream and cuss in the gale
Let’s beat a drum ‘til the Indians come
And see how terrible we did fail

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