Mt. Murder from GLAD NEIL by Glad Neil

You're walking through the hollow like you're walking to a whoopin'
Like Randall Flagg you're bad and you're broken too.
Mt. Murder come to town behind the redwood curtain.
Green and brown will keep you down under mossy roots.

Whipping, whirling wind, sinning, crumbling,
and pine trees cracking through.
A fog will roll to me, I see it coming.
Can I be alone with you?

Raking leaves uptown and hiding bottles in the bushes.
You keep your fingernails in a bell jar blue.
A phantom walking up my hill that disappears when I'm not looking.
The sheriffs won't do nothing, and you know that too.

Whipping, whirling wind, sinning, crumbling,
and pine trees cracking through.
A fog will roll to me, I see it coming.
Can I be alone with you?

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