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