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Maybe the best advice I ever got
Was to always dress for the job you want
So I spend two bucks on a ghost costime
Made a torch of a sawdust-covered broom
And went out looking for a place that I could haunt

With the Black Lodge Boys Choir, singing
Hymns so low and sweet
To the bastard sons of boredom and defeat

For what felt like a second it was Black Lodge Boys uber alles
We annexed Snoqualmie and made short work of Ft. Worth and Dallas
Had a vision in 1919, hindsight 20/20 behind us
At least the nights were brilliant if the mornings were blinding

And if that waitress
Off the 85
Is still slaving there
Please treat her nice
A cup for each of us, cause Jesus what a night
Let her know that she was half right
Cause we ain't driving spikes
But we've been making fucking tracks, alright

For what must've been ages it was Black Lodge Boys uber alles
We annexed Snoqualmie and made short work of Ft. Worth and Dallas
Had a vision in 1919, hindsight 20/20 behind us
At least the nights were brilliant if the mornings were blinding