God, Country, Grave - Mutts
Here tongue told of scrambled
Eggs cigarettes
Not her notebook full of
I just heaven't yet
She greats me in the morning
With listerine kisses
Her game genie daddy grants
Her endless wishes
Jesus took a shower down
Venice beach
Washin' off the salt
From the waves
Her daddy's in the church underneath a flag
You know what they say
God
Country
Grave
Skyscrapers cover up the harvest moon
Feeling like a seed cast on stone
A night so cold it was itchin'
It ain't just the roots
That won't leave her alone
No it's not the girl and
It's not the war
It ain't the general or his orders
It's not the getting lost
Or the cost
Or the fate
It's the thought you hate
I would
I would
I would
Take it all back if I could
I would
I would
I would
I would
Take it all back if I could
I would
Jesus took a shower down venice beach
I would
Washin' off the salt from the waves
I would
Her daddy's in the church underneath a flag
I would take it all back
God
Country
Grave
If I could