This song is about a former indicted Congressman and his travails... with some added radioactivity for good measure.
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How 'bout you and me go fishing, down by the old creek. Our hands glow in the dark and we can hardly breathe. But at least we're rich and pretty, what better things to be??
How 'bout we start talking, act like a family?? I'd pour my soul on your favorite altar to chair your committee. You can put me back together any way that you please.
Did you think you'd get out of the mud?? Did you think you were gonna fall in love?? Did you wonder how it was you were sure you were right but you weren't above a life of crime??
Maybe they'll think before they let you out, maybe this time the hammer will come down. Maybe you'll do your mama proud; get in or get out, get in or get out.
And well, what do you know? The fish all started to glow and then they said it wasn't so. They built their trap, kidnapped themselves, coz God helps those who help themselves, oh no.
I had a dream that I was a collaborator, running through flaming fields of sugar. Cigar ashes and cannon smoke, burning bridges and hangmen's ropes. The fish we caught have made us choke. And it was written in every sunken face of every friend you made back home. You wanted a hard rain to come. That we'd be fishing in a flood. That the pools of gold in which we swim have really turned, have really turned, to blood.
(c) Ryan Trask, Mark Charles Smith, 2007.
vocals need to be a bit louder. but other than that, you're pretty amazing.
dillonsplusaurus 4 years ago