Mutilation Springs Lyrics by Ryan Davis & the Roadhouse Band
The Spanish moss
It weeps in mourning of
Not only personal but also
Planetary loss
Not just for the bloodshed
But by God
For what the Bloody Marys cost
It weeps for the beauty queen
But most of all her dad
It weeps for you and me
And this whole horror show we had
I can’t remember the last time
The good times got so bad
Out here
At Mutilations Springs
How do two people
How do two people
Even do these things?
Ain’t a sunrise worth a day
Just the facts that hurt to say
Forsaken punks flip for police force work
And worse, then gift their king horse
And shirts away
Sarcophagus mornings
And hair metal afternoon
By the time the sunshine retracts
We could practically see the acne
On the face of the moon
What even am I?
What even am I?
What even am I by god
Yelled the penny slot
Towards the ***-stakes room
Better times used to let me find them
Hiding in the shade of the wound
Better times used to let me find them
Back when I was someone else
Better times used to let me find them
Back when I was someone else
Better times used to let me find them
Back when I was someone else
Which past will we choose to chase tonight?
Knowing these are the best of times, full well
Let me start the wash
Before I start to see the light
And Jesus Christ is trying out some new material
On you and me tonight
He has not nailed the crowd works
But vice versa, stirred the Bloody Marys right
Why not drink one for the beauty queens?
Why not dance in the sands of yourself?
Why here in Mutilation Springs?
Why America?
What are the chances of Earth demanding our help?
The ransom notes continue
As the groceries flee the shelves
I held myself in such *** regard
When I was someone else
It’s too bad about the good times
And all in all, it’s a test of fate
We weep not only for the beauty queen
But for the hair metal girlfriends
And the messes they made
The shock is old
But the damage is new
Like daffodils
Dying in a theme park pint glass
I’m enjoying what I canvas to
Who are we but two people?
Who are we but two people
The planet misused?
The plan, and periods melting ampersand
The dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand
The dream is a mirror held by a phantom hand
The phantom hand plays a gymnopedie
On the baby grand
Through an open window
The dream is dead
The hope persists
The sky is low
And hell is ***
Tie a ribbon to the bus stop
Tie a ribbon to the bus stop
Tie a ribbon to the bus stop
Baby, I’ll be back when the well is dry
Right back here in Mutilations Springs
In Mutilation Springs
We’re just two people
How do two people even do these things?
Oh, Jay did it on a license plate
Lightning strikes and ignites the day
I’m pushing this lawnmower down Broadway
In a windstorm
Twirling like a *** tape in a microwave
Like Spanish moss might behave when I call
I call the inevitable
I was Babe Ruth
Belting out Danny Boy in a men’s room stall
Not quite for the bloodshed
But by God, for what that bat did to the ball
It’s the voodoo you do
And it taught me a lot
Won’t you let my debit card float
With the cutthroat trout tonight
Can’t you tell I’m trying to be somebody I’m not
If we put our two heads together
On this sad sack of feathers
Could we remember what the memory foam forgot?
Did you remember to tie a ribbon to the bus stop?
Tie a ribbon to the bus stop
Tie a ribbon to the bus stop, baby
I’ll be back when the well is dry
If but one alone hope can tell us why
I’m out here with my face smashed against the glass
Of some Asian place
Trying to find with one eye
And identify with my cremation vase
Smiling while I cry like Babe Ruth
In the ladies’ room
Belching out Taps and Amazing Grace
Spanish Moss waves
While it weeps for the beauty queen
It does the wave with her dad
They wave to you and me
And this whole horror show we’ve had
I can’t remember the last time
The good times got so bad