Arms Aloft - The Voyage of the Dawnreaders lyrics

Maybe the best advice I ever got Was to always dress for the job you want So I spend two bucks on a ghost costime Made a torch of a sawdust-covered broom And went out looking for a place that I could haunt With the Black Lodge Boys Choir, singing Hymns so low and sweet To the ba*tard sons of boredom and defeat For what felt like a second it was Black Lodge Boys uber alles We annexed Snoqualmie and made short work of Ft. Worth and Dallas Had a vision in 1919, hindsight 20/20 behind us At least the nights were brilliant if the mornings were blinding And if that waitress Off the 85 Is still slaving there Please treat her nice A cup for each of us, cause Jesus what a night Let her know that she was half right Cause we ain't driving spikes But we've been making f**ing tracks, alright For what must've been ages it was Black Lodge Boys uber alles We annexed Snoqualmie and made short work of Ft. Worth and Dallas Had a vision in 1919, hindsigt 20/20 behind us At least the nights were brilliant if the mornings were blinding