Grant Lee Buffalo › Lyrics › My, My, My

Fine fine, strychnine free the mind cure the blind
Ho ho, recline to the country a-goldmines
I got it comin' out-a my ears

Fine fine, take your time, stay put in the alpines
Ho ho, Cocteau you get mixin' the moonshine
He'll teach you how to walk through mirrors

My, my, my, you're petrified
My, my, my, you're sick inside
My, my, my, you're stupefied
And I know it's like

Touche Broadway no place for a padre
No way hose ya hike back to the country
Well, those brooks are tremblin' there for you

Nix nix on the card tricks, carve your name in the candle stick
Make haste,double click, they may call you a lunatic
Oh, man, but they haven't got a clue

My, my, my, you're glorified
My, my, my, you're sick inside
My, my, my, you're certified
And I

My, my, my, you're sanctified
My, my, my, you're squinty eyed
My, my, my, my tongue is tied
But I know it's like

Delta high tide pack your bags and take a bride
Brush fires mud slides plug your ears and overt your eyes
Be still and it'll pass by you

My, my, my, you're mortified
My, my, my, you're chicken fried
My, my, my, it's a nationwide
Tonight

My, my, my, you're spirit guide
Up and fled, stole your ride
My, my, my, you're stupefied
But I, I know it's like

Fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine
Fine, fine, fine, fine