Moscovium

Lyrics for Moscovium

They'd wake me up around dawn Leaving the night spots they'd all haunt With a sound like idiots hiking through a canyon Blurry bleary eyed, mad the real world had survived They'd flee daylight to hide out in their houses And Ilya bred horses then Cut ties with his old school friends like me Who wound up posted north of the Ivory Coast With strict orders to breed a new battalion Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers High up in the ranges On the salt flats of Groom Lake Sits a hanger like a suitcase in an attic Where insiders see things That will forever haunt their dreams Men that don't believe in gods or magic And Eli broke horses there Was friendly and known everywhere But before he disappeared He hit El Valle for a beer And the waitress said his eyes Looked kind of manic Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers Murderers