The Mountain Goats

I leave as soon as it gets light outside Like a prisoner breaking out of jail And I steel down to business fifteen-five-oh-one like I had a bounty hunter on my tail and somebody stops to pick me up but he drops me off just down the block and along th

On the morning when I woke up without you for the first time I felt free and I felt lonely and I felt scared And I began to talk to myself almost immediately Not being used to being the only person there The first time I made coffee for just myself,

There's bound to be a ghost at the back of your closet no matter where you live there'll always be a few things maybe several things that you're gonna find really difficult to forgive there's gonna come a day when you'll feel better you'll rise up fr

When I worked down at the liquor store Guy with a shotgun came raging through the place Muscled his way behind the counter I shot him in the face This morning I went down to the Catholic Church 'Cause something just came over me Forty-five minutes in

Holt Boulevard, between Gary and White Hooked up with some friends at the Travelodge, set ourselves up for the night Carpenter ants in the dresser, flies in the screen It will be too late by the time we learn what these cryptic symbols mean And I dre

There's the part you've braced yourself against and then there's the other part Steal up inclining northward streets with some weird sickness in the dark Saw your name on the sidewalk saw your brave face in my mind If you're gonna sit next to the dea

when i catch sight of your face and the late light falling on it i feel scared and i scope the area out for a good place to hide when i feel the way your fingers wiggle in my palm i feel warm and i feel good inside and i know that you're wearing a wi

Cops and robbers, strictly bargain line, Spend the wet night tracking visions through the pines. Draw my arms into my hospital gown. See the sky open up and rain down, Rain down. Mercy for the Diaz brothers. Mercy for the Diaz brothers. Hear my rival

This song is for the rats Who hurled themselves into the ocean When they saw that the explosives in the cargo hold Were just about to blow This song is for the soil That's toxic clear down to the bedrock Where no thing of consequence can grow Drop yo

Unknown engines underneath the city Steam pushing up in billows through the grates Frankie Lymon's tracking "Seabreeze" in a studio in Harlem Its 1968. Just a pair of tunes to hammer out. Everybody's off the clock by 10:00. The loneliest people

I broke free on a Saturday morning I put the pedal to the floor headed north on mills avenue and listened to the engine roar my broken house behind me and good things ahead a girl named Cathy wants a little of my time six cylinders underneath the hoo

King Saul fell on his sword when it all went wrong And Joseph's brothers sold him down the river for a song And Sonny Liston rubbed some tiger balm into his glove Some things you do for money and some you do for love, love, love Raskolnikov felt sick

I hope that our few remaining friends Give up on trying to save us To piss off the dumb few that forgave us I hope the fences we mended Fall down beneath their own weight And I hope we hang on past the last exit I hope it's already too late And I hop