AKA M80 The Wolf

Through crooked teeth and mouthed up ties
They spit you upriver just like all those lions
That walked the banks
They said, Paint me that river
And would you only use blues
Brilliant big black mile-lengths of
Pines that route the river through
Through and through
Fashion, fashion
Ballrooms of their leaves
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
They said, Paint me that arm
That lies directly over mountains
Where the glaciers climb so tall
One absent of the scars,
Passing boats and ships and oars
Tend to leave, the veins will be the tributaries
With all the sounds of
The ocean, the ocean
Fashion, fashion
Ballrooms of their leaves
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
We'd like to watch the ghosts dance
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
But a proud, proud man
Silver bells
That line the way
Baited trails
We'll find you there
I am but a man
But a proud, proud man
But a proud, proud man