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letra de mad mulligan's couldron conjuration part i - rail yard ghosts

[intro]
mad mulligan’s my name my pretties
in every country side and city
across these wasted plains [?]
i [?] and travel
for de-homed entrants are housing
[?] or [?]
it matters not from whence you come
cause i’m back [?] with a [?]
but too, is there the [?] perception
by which i meet your strange confection?

[verse 1]
come gather round, my wishing bugs
i’ll tell to thee
that ageless secret recipe
which you shall tell no one
so come in close and cast your gaze
upon my bubbling fire
this bubbling brew will bring to you
the fruits of your desire

[verse 2]
from the time it came, or so they say
before they broke the night
before the bird took up the broom
and took her sovereign flight
so hear me well when i tell to thee
mad mulligan tells no lies
what it takes is full-blown mulligan screams
to master starry skies

[verse 3]
mugwart, [?], rabbits’ eyes
ancient pine cones petrified
cider, vinegar, turmeric pepper
punk rock patches, all kinds of liver
long johns, [?], tattoo needles
bl–dy talons of an old bald eagle
a pinch of dust from a rotten nail
a pint of mucus and a dash of flail
while we’re all at it, a chicken leg
powdered sh-ll of a dragon’s egg
five-gallon bucket of [?]
now we get a briefcase of dirty money
take that sh-t and chop it all up
and smoldered, spooky sp-ceman laundry
one bunch of hard toolbox soft springs
plus an old skateboard, a broken lock
[?], cat’s old whiskers
ancient ash from ancient fissures
boulder, a comp-ss, [?]
ash

[bridge]
we’ll boil it down, we’ll boil it down
into a blackened paste
we’ll boil it down, we’ll boil it down
into a blackened paste
we’ll rub it in all over our skin
not a drop will go to waste
oppa-wow-wow
oppa-oppa-wow-wow
oppa-oppa-wow-wow
oppa-oppa-oppa-wow-wow-wow

[verse 4]
beneath the night’s darkened moon
we’ll look to the sky and deepened swoon
beneath the night’s darkened moon
we’ll look to the sky and deepened swoon
into the sky, you and me
look about as high as the hour of three
come along, come with me now
come along, come with me now
first to be all sane

- rail yard ghosts

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