I'll shoot you dead
For the father
Of the coal miner's daughter
Beneath the icicle tusk
You and me among the flattering dusk
In my haste I draw my weapon
Designing your final lesson
As you recede to the floor
All is silent but the fluttering door
Twenty-five grand on the table
Of the high wall street stable
I'm not responsible for
The reputation of the
Neighborhood whore
But I'm a keyhole peeker
And you're my surveilance keeper
And though my memory rusts
I will always see the icicle tusk
And I must admit
That it gets lonesome on my shelf
This much I can tell
This much I can tell
1 | White Winter Hymnal |
2 | Mykonos |
3 | He Doesn't Know Why |
4 | Helplessness Blues |
5 | Montezuma |
6 | The Shrine An Argument |
7 | Blue Ridge Mountains |
8 | Tiger Mountain Peasant Song |
9 | Your Protector |
10 | Sim Sala Bim |