作词 : Benjamin Marwe 作曲 : Benjamin Marwe don’t ever see the river through the mist why do I always get so ****ing pissed? I’m hanging on the wire I’m always out of time I’m wondering if I do or don’t exist my back is aching like an old saloon my opportunity is coming soon so I stand there at the stop wait for the sun to drop seditions best served with a side of goon oh yeah, its time, to find your saddle a desert disco by the bain-marie sh-sh-shucking oysters with the master key I never pass the salt I just sweeten the revolt and baby that’s the way its gotta be don’t ever wanna cow tow to a prick because the pirate king has lost his bag of tricks behind his hooded eyes are loneliness and lies a galaxy of veins and candlesticks oh yeah, it’s time, to find your saddle un-deux-trois, **** off the fan is turning air into a breath the writing on the wall is etched in meth the marble in the meat sparkles in the heat I put it on American Express I don’t wanna leave this petri dish but I don’t wanna sit and reminisce about the good old boys and all the surface noise ill saddle up and take to the abyss oh yeah, oh its time, to find your saddle off ya trot编辑于2024/02/09更新