[Lyric] Alpine Reservoir (Quichenight)

When you're searching for a person you can play with
On the mountain waters where your brain was born
Find a lantern and a lion you can lay with
And a gray fedora her old man had worn
Bubbling pressure from the pleasure springs surrounds you
And your Sweden shines like china from afar
And her scattered Cadillacs begin to pound you
And your blood becomes an alpine reservoir

When you whistle in again her name is n a d a
She'll deliver you before the great pontiff
Dig a hole until your shovel hits the lava
She will taste it in her nostrils when you sniff
When you're finished begging you can go and crumble
Liquidate your frozen assets and ascend
And you'll hear the mystic pontiff as he mumbles
There never was a mountain that's the end

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