Song | Going To Hungary |
Artist | The Mountain Goats |
Album | Ghana |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
we touched down in budapest | |
headed straight for the motel rooom and got undressed | |
we had not slept for three or four days | |
and we slipped underneath the covers | |
it felt ok | |
about twelve hours later the sun came out to play | |
i felt it on my eyelids | |
i pushed your hair away | |
you put on your old gloves | |
you put on your new shirt | |
i put on my cowboy boots | |
i slipped on my yellow shirt | |
we headed out, sweat drying on our bodies | |
and i got all sentimental | |
we were heading straight to hell | |
in a lincoln continental |