The Movie from Somewhereville by Bow Thayer & The Euphorians

The rain, it was fallin 
and it stung like razorblades
And the sky was exploding 
miles overhead
I was swallowed by the canyons
way down low
The occurrence at
Owl Creek Bridge
shifts to Angel’s Casino

All I got is in my pockets 
stuffed in my socks It’s a lot
As for my friends, they all hate me 
they’re pushing daisies, 
so they can’t blame me
Except for one, I can see her 
getting nearer in the fog
She tries to speak 
but I can’t hear her
So unclear

Think I’ll make a move
out of Nevada
Like to be closer to the water
The dry air here
keeps it secrets mummified
I hope they let me
back to California
Or maybe Oregon
that’s where she is
I heard she’s gone to Oregon ...

As the sky turns to purple
Hell's roof starts to cool
Don’t the stars look like keyholes up to heaven shinin’ through?

I heard her say “I’ll keep your secret, it’s the least that I can do
But I swear that I won’t sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

She said “I swear that I won’t sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

She said “I swear not to sit through the bad movie they’ll make of you”

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