Beck - Fourteen Rivers, Fourteen Floods текст песни

fourteen rivers, fourteen floods
bend your body to the heavens above
don't get drunk, don't get dry
just bring your money next saturday night

forteen miles on a Teton trail
with a half-dead mule and nothin' on my mind
all my life I been talkin' fast
takin' all the things that I shoulda let pass

throw my hat on a coffin nail
put another brick in the fireplace
well I don't know about you or me
but someone got loose back in town