God, Country, Grave
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Lyrics
Her tongue told of scrambled eggs and cigarettes
Not her notebook of I-Just-Haven't yet's
She greets me in morning with Listerine kisses
Her game genie daddy grants her endless wishes
Jesus took a shower down Venice Beach
Washin' off the salt from the waves
Her daddy's in the church underneath a flag
You know what they say, God, Country, Grave.
Skyscrapers cover up the Harvest Moon
Feeling like a seed cast on stone
A night so cold, it was itchin' it was itchin'
It ain't just the roots that won't leave her alone
No, it's not the girl, and it's not the war
It ain't the general, or his orders
It's not the getting lost, or the cost, or the fate-
It's the thought you hate.
I would take it all back but it's no good
I would take it all back - if I could
"God, Country, Grave"
Written by Michael John Maimone, Robert McVeigh Buckstaff, Christopher Michael Pagnani
Performed by Mutts
Courtesy of Position Music
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"God, Country, Grave"
Artist - Mutts
Written by Michael John Maimone (ASCAP - 50%), Robert McVeigh Buckstaff (ASCAP - 25%), Christopher Michael Pagnani (ASCAP - 25%)
Published by Mile Too Far Music (ASCAP - 50%), Position Music Publishing (ASCAP - 50%)
