Sanoja: Mountain Goats, The. Deserters.

The neighbors are cloning themselves

We found their cocoons in the garbage

we'll either stay high forever, crash in or out or two (?)

sleeping the sleep of the blessed

picking through trashcans with you



The guy on t.v. is a prophet

You just have to look in his eyes

We'll either turn our lives over to Christ or

we'll just drift off

Trying to better ourselves

Giving up after one or two tries



The high school's a front for the yakuza

Everyone, everyone knows it

we will all shortly be richer than god if we'll just hold on

as long as we play all our cards right

as long as nobody here blows it

I've drawn up a map of the autumn

the holding tanks full for the night

I heard all about it on Citizen's Band

It's a brand new day

We'll be awake until Thursday

The future's disarmingly bright