I want my records back
And the motorcycle gas tank
That I spray-painted black
The owls have been talking to me
But I'm sworn to secrecy
I woke up in
A burned out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch
The moon, it will rise with such
Horse laughter
It's dragging pianos into the ocean
If I had a home
You'd know it'd be
In a slide trombone
I woke up in
A burned out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch
Mm-mm-mm
Mm-mm, mm-mm
Mm-mm
Mm-mm-mm
I woke up in
A burned out basement
Sleeping with metal hands
In a spirit ditch
