Montauk from Weight by Danny Christmas

Going to Montauk with a friend in my head,
snow covered roads try to disable plans.

Going to Montauk with a gun in my hands,
a long due appointment with a lost trusted friend.

Going to Montauk to clean out my head,
if things go to plan you'll be cleaned of your head.

Heading to Montauk with a knife in my hand,
gas up the van, wipe the blood off my hands.

Going to Montauk the trips growing old,
coming down fast, count your luck with my toes.

Pull into Montauk when you are asleep,
a hunger is growing, your body's tax free.

Only if Montauk knew what you meant to me,
you back stabbing spy, now how can you sleep?

Montauk will you please forgive me?
After my work here property turns cheap.

A brand new beginning with safe company,
goodbye reporter you learned so much about me.
Thank you, Thank you, Thanks.

• Alternative
• Indie Alternative Rock
• basement
• indie
• Hawthorne