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    "Mr. My Go" Lyrics

    Kelly Joe Phelps

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    Hip-pocket flask at the ready
    Step-light downed by the glass, yeah
    Honey, what's that nail doing in my head?
    Just a minute ago I was shooting from a saddle
    Yeah, I got a spur and a horse high shooting from a saddle

    Oh I'm knee deep in salt and shoe grease
    Whipping the leather with a fine toothed crack
    All the words are candy, rot out my brain
    With a nail twisting front hot here
    Nail twisting hot front up to back

    He didn't know this triumph is nothing like waste
    The smell of my youth in a brown paper sack
    I'm gonna shake it night and throw it in the oven
    Just throw it in the oven
    You can warm it up soft like it was a day old
    Or as stale and hard like a coroner's wife

    And I look in the rear view mirror
    With the headlights up there behind
    Melt into wax, ice and candy cigarettes
    In vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen
    Vampire teeth and black-eyed snowmen

    It's a hundred degrees, my boots are soaked to the tongue
    Covered in misty aberration, souls are holes, yeah, in a frame
    And souls are holes, it's in the frame of a
    Picture of a madman hanging on a wall
    Picture of a madman hanging on a red wall

    Down the hall on the right, all night, paces reverently Mr. My Go
    Are you ready? Let's hit that man
    Let us hit, let's do this, let's hit that man
    Well, let's visit that neighbors that never come home
    From a costume ball no one goes to alone
    Man, let's visit the neighbors that never come home
    Gone to the costume ball no one goes to alone
    This song was submitted on March 1st, 2011 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC.
    Written by Kelly Joe Phelps.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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