Fault Lines


All Hail West Texas




the Mountain Goats



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Fault Lines is the fifth song on the album All Hail West Texas.


down here where the heat's so fine
I'll drink to your health and you drink to mine 
as we try to make the money we scored out in Vegas
hold out for a while
we drink vodka from Russia 
we get our chocolates from Belgium 
we have our strawberries flown in from England. 
yeah but none of the money we spend 
seems to do us much good in the end. 
I've got a cracked engine block, both of us do. 
yeah the house and the jewels, the Italian race car 
they don't make us feel better about who we are. 
I've got termites in the framework, so do you. 

down here where the watermelon grows so sweet 
where I worship the ground underneath of your feet, 
we are experts in the art of frivolous spending.  
and it's gone on like this, for 3 years I guess 
and we're drunk all the time and our lives are a mess. 
and the deathless love we swore to protect with our bodies 
is stumbling across its bleak ending.  
but none of the rage in our eyes seems to finish it off where it lies. 
I got sugar in the fuel lines, both of us do. 
yeah the fights and the lies that we both love to tell 
fail to send our love to its reward down in hell 
I got pudding for a backbone, so do you! 
la la la la.
hey hey!

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