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Mountain Goats The All Hail West Texas

and me, disintegrating violently. stick your tongue out. catch the pieces as they drift down the air. i am too slow to catch them all, not too far gone

will i see you there when that final trumpet blows? will i see you there when that final trumpet blows? if i don't see you there, i will run a comb through

where i worship the ground underneith of your feet, we are experts in the art of frivilous spending. and it's gone on like this, for 3 years i guess and we're drunk all

roared into the driveway of our southwestern ranch-style house on a new kawasaki, all yellow and black fresh out of the showroom. our house faced west

we live high. our love gorges on the alcohol we feed it. and it grows all fat and friendly we have surplus if we need it. we hold on as hard as we can

thank or forgive you. the best ever death metal band out of denton will in time both outpace and outlive you. hail satan! hail satan tonight! hail satan! hail hail

we took a weekend, drove to provo. the snow was white and fluffy. but a weekend in utah won't fix what's wrong with us. the gray sky was vast and real