Morningstar Blues Lyrics

I got the oil from Mississippi

I'm bringing it back to Denmark town

A lot of pretty people seem to crash and burn

When I'm around

A dreary winter the blood on my hands

A millimeter thick

Stories about trust and bread

And well they need a little kick

I've been to Holland

And I've been to France

And I've been to temptation

Whoa what a kick in the pants

Life is a drinking game

Better start filling it up

A blind invitation the odds are a million to one

Freedom from freedom

Freedom to do what you think that it is that you want;

Free of a lot of things

Chained in the heart

The morningstar blues got me cursing around my mind

The finger of death

The smell of a touch of pine

I drive my car to the big bad deal

But it's just a bit too late

If you make me the king of the obvious things

Well I think that I can wait

I've been to Sweden

And I've been to Rome

And I've been to enlightenment

And then I came back home

Life is a drinking game

Better start filling it up

A blind invitation the odds are a million to one

Freedom from freedom

Freedom to do what you think that it is that you want;

Free of a lot of things

Chained in the heart

Luck be a loser

Luck be a pile of scraps!

And life be a lot of things

Better go grab a new map!

Tripping the wire attached to the great undead

And that delicious liar's doing a provocative dance on your head again

I've been to Norway

I've been to the Isle of Crete

I've been a lot of places

Even once I was whole and complete

Life is a drinking game

Better start filling it up

A blind invitation the odds are a million to one

Freedom from freedom

Freedom to do what you think that it is that you want;

Free of a lot of things

Chained in the heart