Spindletop

Shadows that follow

And dwell in the country

Like some overbearing company

Shadows in hollows

Farther and farther

Preserved for something less than eternity

All the signs point to Texas, coming off the interstate

Cross together over the valley or let me go my way

All my thoughts are repetitive and useless

And my body is a shallow grave

The Pearls of Beaumont

Fell like dripping stars

And turned the bible belt into whipping chords

We’ll destroy Dallas

One strip mall at a time

And setup pumpjacks side-by-side

All the signs point to Texas, coming off the interstate

Cross together over the valley or let me go my way

All my thoughts are repetitive and useless

And my body is a shallow grave

All the signs point to Texas, coming off the interstate

Cross together over the valley or let me go my way

All my thoughts are repetitive and useless

And my body is a shallow grave