Sparklehorse - In The Dry
The Roof Is Leaking Rust Disintegrates And Dust I Shot A Man On Sunday Now Im A Fugitive On Monday Yeah, Oh Were In The Dry The Sheriff On My Trail To Escort Me To Jail With Bloodhounds Fat And Unhealthy I May Be Cornered But Im Wealthy Yeah, Oh Were In The Dry Yeah, Oh Were In The Dry I Rise To Meet My Rivals They Shoot Me With Their Rifles Now Im Lying By A Pool On A Blanket, Moist And Cool Yeah, Oh Were In The Dry Yeah, Oh Were In The Dry In The Dry
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