Presha drove the mongols to it Ezra Bell

Well I, oh, I have forgotten how to cry
And that’s what drove those Mongols to it
That’s what drove those mongrels to it
I wake up with the fear that no one will miss me when I die
Presha says your mom’ll do it
She says my mom will do it

If she don’t say she love you because it’s easier to lie
Crying make a fine umbrella, it makes one fine umbrella
Well shield me from the rain my dear and look me in the eye
And say you’re everything I need, young fella’
Tell me I’m everything you need
And that’s just what I’ll be

You’ll take some comfort in the cards I guess
Oh love express yourself but don’t make such a mess
With all them good men married to the IRS
You may as well, you may as well, you may as well

And you stand there staring at the blood red sky
Over Albuquerque towards the continents’s divide
Until our father feels we’ve seen enough and we’ll turn away and sigh
You may as well, you may as well, you may as well

I like you have forgotten how to choose
Just crying on our lonesome travels, just crying on our lonesome travels
All about the holy doors of thing that can’t be proved
We will cast one great big shadow, we will cast one great big shadow
Big enough to pay the rent and spend the rest on food
A dozen eggs and avocados, a dozen eggs and avocados
Look for me beside you when you medicate your mood
Just someone to pass that bottle, someone to pass that bottle to
For that’s just what we do