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Greetings From The Great North Woods Lyrics - Singles - These Arms Are Snakes

The gravel galavants on the verdict 

Of the swine that was fed human remains 

It was a murder's victims 

somewhere north of the canadian border 

 

They ended up in your lunch break 

In which you may want to hold your breath 

'Til the dream sequence is for this one 

New rural ruins or street fed a postmodern pigeons 

 

These pigs were fed 

These pigs were ready to be sold 

These pigs were fed 

These pigs were ready to be sold 

 

Once had but now widowed 

His companion had a chance to 

Pop one out before her body gave in 

A bouncing baby gal, beautiful in posture 

 

She grew up with the cows 'til the cows left town 

Daddy brought home the bacon 

The bacon was in the backyard, baby 

Daddy left the ranch 

 

'Cause daddy had a sharp hand, a sharp hand 

Through fingers cracked from stress and cold 

Daddy fed the herd grain 

Then drank as much of the same 

 

These pigs were fed 

These pigs were ready to be sold 

These pigs were fed 

These pigs were ready to be sold 

 

Take your pigs hoof and follow it to the city 

Take this chance and go to the city 

 

Daddy's baby girl 

Daddy's little wanderer 

 

Let's go out and get jobs 

Let's go out and be all grown up 

 

The city is hiding underneath your bed 

The monster in your closet is eight weeks away 

You've got to saddle up now 

Daddy's baby girl is all grown up 

 

But you will not be there 

when she coughs up your family line 

You will be the furthest thing from her mind 

A grey ghost, a black cowboy will by the last reflection 

 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

I will not be there, not yet 

 

I'm running out of time 

I'm sorry I forgot 

It's not my fault 

Greetings from the great north woods 

Are you remember?

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