Dave Gardner - Cattle And The Creeping Things lyrics

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Dave Gardner - Cattle And The Creeping Things lyrics

They got to the part with the cattle and the creeping things Said "I'm pretty sure we've heard this one before" "And don't it all end up in some revelation With four guys on horses and violent red visions Famine and d**h and pestilence and war?" "Pretty sure I heard this one before" Well, you in the corner with a good looking drifter Two cups of coffee and ten packs of sugar I heard Gideon saw you in Denver, he said you're contagious Silly rabbit, tripping is for teenagers Murder is for murderers and hard d** are for bartenders I think I might have mentioned that before He's got the pages in his pockets That he ripped out of the Bible from his bed stand in the motel He likes the part where the traders get chased out from the temple I guess I heard about original sin I heard the dude blamed the chick I heard the chick blamed the snake And I heard they were naked when they got busted And I heard things ain't been the same since You on the streets with a tendency to preach to the choir Wired for sound and down with whatever I heard Gideon did you in Denver She's got a cross around her neck that she ripped off from a schoolgirl in the subway on a visit to the city She likes how it looks on her chest with three open bu*tons She likes the part where one brother k**s the other She has to wonder if the world ever will recover Cause, Cain and Abel seem to still be causing trouble She said I was seeing double for three straight days After I got born again It felt strange but it was nice and peaceful And it really pleased me to be around so many people Of course, half of them were visions Half of them were friends from going through the program with me Later on we did some s**y things Took a couple photographs and carved them into wood reliefs But that's enough about me Come on, tell me how you got down here into Ybor City He said I got to the part about the exodus And up to then I only knew it was a movement of the people But if small town cops are like swarms of flies And blackened foil is like boils and hail I'm pretty sure I've been through this before It seemed like a simple place to score And it seemed like a simple place to score It seemed like a simple place to score And then some old lady came to the door And said "McKenzie Phillips doesn't live here anymore"