The Breeders - Mountain Battles

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My heart’s so full and fat
Go get her
A mouth full of low (?)
A bog of faith
Sue a ballet (?)
Mountain battles
Indoctered minds
I ride shot gun
From the facility
Whistling blues
And shrieking luck
Oh yeah
Tonight
Rush shines a gloom (?)
My wilting heart
The shadow on the moon
Fantastic view
Thinking of things to do
Shrieking luck
Thinking of things to do