Brokeback Hill

Brokeback Hill, on a broke back man
Took sixteen years to realize
When the devil grasped my hand
And I screamed out my demands
Laugh on love just to give me a sliver

Reached out my palm
Four hundred and fifty pounds to my liver
Ate my soul at dinner
Just to feed it out to you, by the river
The one who sang, by the ocean
On Brokeback Hill, he said
Music is for the young but
What could I deliver

Tried to force it but it wont go
My thoughts are buried in the ground
Drowned with the key
It opens on the thirteenth
Strikes fire on a cold sea, when I'm out of need
Spent afternoons in the desert baby
It tastes like tequila and lime

Reached out my palm
Four hundred and fifty pounds to my liver
Ate my soul at dinner
Just to feed it out to you, by the river
The one who sang, by the ocean
On Brokeback Hill, he said
Music is for the young but
What could I deliver