Milkcrate Mosh

(You know the gin was just like Gideon)

The gin was just like Gideon
The kings were just like Solomon
And the bashes were like Babylon
The jester kept on jacking off
Nervous cough, nervous cough, nervous cough and now we're off
She went down on the Denver slums, she woke up in the Rocky Mountain dawn
Felt all freed up from the fears that you can never put your fingers on
Fingers on, fingers on, fingers on, and now were gone

Smoking to the drinking songs, off talking songs for walking
Waving Marlboros like magic wands
Hey, listen up closely to the lit tips of your cigarettes
Can't you hear the serpent hiss?
Saying "Sweet baby, suck on this"
And the white wine was the nectar
And the oldies made me feel like Phil Spector
And is Charlemagne your main man or is he just your sad protector?

You know you look so good together
You know you look so good together
But sometimes I get a feeling you're a little bit restless
It's a small scene already and it gets dirty on the fringes
You're sucked through his defenses

She said I usually wouldn't do this
But I couldn't help but notice
The text across your t-shirt
It said what would Judas do?

He wore those punching rings
He smoked those Camel filter kings
We went back behind the building
He did a brisk little business
His party favors, they were party saviors
And otherwise we might have never even made it

Went down in the Springfield slums
She got born again in the Sugar Mountain pines
Only to find
That when you put it in your mouth
It always gets into your mind

It always gets in your mind
When you put it in your mouth
It always gets in your mind

When you put it in your mouth
It always finds its way into your mind

It always gets in your mind