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Sink ’Em Low - Clutch
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Sink ’Em Low Clutch

Sink ’Em Low - Clutch
In a shallow grave, we dug for thundereggs
In the Yakima, with the rattlesnake
When we came out, to unload the mother stone
Day was night, wind was warm and birds they did not sing

Run son, get on in
We must get to Kennewick
Sodom and Gomorrah
After this I'll pity them
Mountains falling from above
Pompeii you have our prayers and love

Handkerchiefs on coughing mouths
Running to the full hotels
Left us with no other place but home
In the distance
Tail lights came and went
At time as eyes of Vulcan sorcery

Run son, get on in
We must get to Kennewick
Sodom and Gomorrah
After this I'll pity them
Mountains falling from above
Pompeii you have our prayers and love
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