Clutch – Three Golden Horns Lyrics

Three Golden Horns Lyrics – Clutch

Met my girl on a dinner date
Uptown movie, not back too late
But saxophones and cocktails had other plans

By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns
Sol Invictus thrice reborn
Now I see the truth
Jazz music corrupts our youth

Weaving to the men’s restroom
Hallucinations red and blue
These pagan rites were too much for the kid to bear

By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns
Sol Invictus thrice reborn
Now I see the truth
Jazz music corrupts our youth
Turtlenecks and switchblade knives
Pointy shoes, back alley dice
Oh what’s the use?
Jazz music corrupts our youth

On Slaughter Beach, it’s daybreak now
My girl is nowhere to be found
Vibraphones and highballs made other plans

By Roland Kirk’s three golden horns
Sol Invictus thrice reborn
They speak the truth
Jazz music corrupts our youth
Turtlenecks and switchblade knives
Business suits, back alley dice
Oh what’s the use?
Jazz music destroys our youth