oh anna s there something you need she answered the stuff s not cheap it s true but i like it my spirits can drive you to drink that marshall don t like what it makes you do so i hide it oh in the dark of a backwoods night i blend my mash till the mix is nice copper flash and a pilot fire how the pressure s buildin up black mountain and back off the road shielded lanterns their steps were so discreet but i spied them 12 gauge buckshot smoke in a ring rusty padlocks they guard my boilin wheat quite nicely oh how flashes light the sky lead shot flies and their fumes ignite bracelets snap and their fists do fly i feel them flat as they hit my sides i see their shapes in the red firelight but i can t stop or save it oh oh oh oh anna 