The Mountain Goats Lyrics

Shallow Grave Lyrics by The Mountain Goats Bury me in a shallow grave Out behind the warehouse rave And while you’re having a smoke back there You can think of

Ground Level Lyrics by The Mountain Goats You can make out all the exits From a static position One quick walk around will give you All the relevant information I’m

Only One Way Lyrics by The Mountain Goats You’re gonna get a wrinkle on your forehead You’re gonna get a click in your knee You’re gonna tell the doctor that

Cleaning Crew Lyrics by The Mountain Goats You were passed out on the sofa Cigarette burns and coffee stains Loose change in your pocket Naltrexone in your veins They got

Murder At The 18th St. Garage Lyrics by The Mountain Goats I’m in the repair bay casting spells Mystic in the glow of the spotlight Ringing out the funeral bells

From The Nebraska Plant Lyrics by The Mountain Goats I recall the curb Waiting for the bus Flaky yellow paint What’s become of us Searching in the snow For something

Same As Cash Lyrics by The Mountain Goats You were still attached to your Civic sedan, Although the brakes always needed repair You were headed out to buy some supplies

Water Tower Lyrics by The Mountain Goats Moving lights on an overhead map Have to be headed somewhere There’s probably going to be a building burning in town When you

Jenny Iii Lyrics by The Mountain Goats Jenny was a warrior, Jenny was a thief Jenny hit the corner clinic begging for relief Never thought we’d see the day When

Going To Dallas Lyrics by The Mountain Goats Nobody’s ever gonna pour Plaster in my tracks My exit will be clean When I vanish from the scene You won’t find

Great Pirates Lyrics by The Mountain Goats On the morning when I stop looking back I’ll be up to see the sunrise in deep bruised black And bright blood red,

Murder at the 18th Street Garage Lyrics by the Mountain Goats I’m in the repair bay, casting spells Mystic in the glow of the spotlight Ringing out the funeral bells

Fresh Tattoo Lyrics – the Mountain Goats Tattoo of the seventh shield Still wet on my skin You’re all crumpled up at the curb there I think I’m going to

Clean Slate Lyrics – the Mountain Goats One from East St. Louis with a scar beneath his eye Left the kitchen spotless on the day he said goodbye Breakaway republic,