Kelly Joe Phelps - Mr. My Go lyrics

Hip-pocket flask at the ready Step-light downed by the gla** What's that nail doing in my head? One minute ago I was shooting from the saddle Knee-deep in salt and shoe grease Whipping the leather with a fire toothed crack Words are candy, they rot out my brain With the nail twisting hot front up to back With the nail twisting hot front up to back No, this triumph is nothing like waste, The smell of my youth in a brown paper sack Shake it and throw it in the oven Warm it up soft like it wasn't day old Or stale and hard as a coroner's wife Look through the rearview mirror At the headlights, up from behind Melt into war-eyes and candy cigarettes Vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen It's a hundred degrees my boots are soaked to the tongue Covered in misty aberration Souls are soles are holes in the frame of a Picture of a madman hanging on a dusty wall Down the hall on the right, all night, Paces reverently Mr. My Go Are you ready? let's hit, then man... Let's visit the neighbors that never come home From a costume-ball no one goes to alone