Letras: Mountain Goats, The. Going To Monoco.

spoken:

...the sargeant drop to the ground

in the shadow of a low branch

they heard a branch crack to the left

then the sound of footsteps

two of the renegades carrying firewood , a third with a rifle

were walking towards them

closer and closer



the sea gobbles up the full sun

and i look at you and i know you're the one

the one i used to know something about

and i try to say what it was, but the words won't come out

and you ask me to hold you

that's the devils' work.



you show your palms and i see they're empty

and i'd check them twice if you'd let me

but you wouldn't do that now would you?

i didn't think so.

and you ask me to hold you

that's the devils' work.



we stand on the sand and we watch the world turn

and we stand on the sand and we watch the water burn

and we stand on the sand six inches from one another

and the sands burn and blow and neither one of runs for cover

and you ask me to hold you

that's the devils' work.

and you ask me to hold you

that's the devils' work.