Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Hiss Golden Messenger
Jump for joy
Gimme apocalypse
I got 20 dollars burning
I got a rock in my pocket, I'll come around
Don't say nothing when I burn it
Jump for joy
The seas are rising
Still, I gotta make it right
I might take a little ride on that Alabama Rocket
59 South feeling so good
The strange ways I was living in
All the things I was too afraid of saying
Drinking the darkness, and that ain't all:
I need an illusion
Jump for joy
See where it gets you
Take it to the highway
Like Dickey Betts
Nothing's a given
In the Book of the Dead or the bed of the living