Outer Spacious
Album: Thenever
By: H. C. Turk
By: H. C. Turk
Duration
4:09
Genres
Description
A cowboy card game with aliens! At stake is life, death, and the space-time continuum! Will the protagonist be hanged for his unearthly crimes, or will his mom kick the bad guys' butts???
Lyrics
Playing cards with creatures Gun against my face Someone has to hang for this I hope it's not my place Thought I had it figured Finger on the trigger Gambling with unearthly crime Five will get you ten some loser's gonna win Gotta get away this time You're high faluting till the guns start shooting Then you become a cowboy from France Smooth as glass, but when you pass gas You have to stop and clean your pants Dead in bed, without a head Is no way to wake at night A noose and tree won't let me dance free Gotta get away in time Reshape escaping when the route you're taking Leads fiends to meet your mom Strange outsiders that sit beside her And tick like a space-time bomb A brotherhood your mother would have butchered with the swine Till she learned the strangers had Helped you get away from time Rustlers from Mexico Terrorists from Idaho Aliens from System Z One steals your meat, the next ruins your peace The last gives advice for free Beings won't let me be Starting in a cave, I ended in space, same place, different times Outer spacious, vast and gracious, empty as my mind Rescue bought with solitude left me too free Now I have to find a time when you still loved me Time when you still love me Time when you still love(d) me
