Standard Bitter Love Song #7The Mountain Goats Zopilote Machine
You smile at me in total defiance of all decency You’ve got it down to a science, that innocent look You’ve got it practiced real good But I know you’d kill me if you could stand the sight of blood
Young Caesar 2000The Mountain GoatsZopilote Machine
When I was twelve years old, they put me on the throne When I was twelve years old, they made me king From the ocean south of here to the northern hemisphere They gave me everything
Now I’m thirteen, and no one takes me seriously Now I’m thirteen, and they’re trying to take away control I don’t know how stupid you all think I am But as sure as flowers grow along the western wall Heads are gonna roll
The cave mouth shines By pure force of will I look down on the world From the top of this lonesome hill And you can run, and run some more From here all the way to Singapore But I will carry you home in my teeth
In the great hall you drink red wine You chew meat off the bone I beat down the new path to the castle I come naked and alone I laid my son on the bier, I burned the wreath Fire overhead, water underneath You can stand up or you can run You and I both know what you’ve done
And I will carry you home I will carry you home I will carry you home in my teeth
Up The Wolves The Mountain GoatsCome, Come to the Sunset Tree
I’m gonna get myself in fighting trim Scope out every angle of unfair advantage I’m gonna bribe the officals, I’m gonna kill all the judges It’s gonna take you people years to recover from all of the damage
Our mother has been absent Ever since we founded Rome But there’s gonna be a party when the wolf comes home
