Trees from THREE! by Holy Sheboygan!

Trees with no mosses
shoes with no laces
Jobs with no bosses
friends with no faces

There’s glass that needs cleaning
and jokes with no meaning
It all ends up looking so grim.

On old roads, they get you back
On old roads, they get you back
On old roads, they get you back
Just the same, just the same, just the same.

Threads left uncounted,
shots with no frames
Big boys not mounted
and dogs with no names

Drinks we’re not drinking,
these ships just aren’t sinking
No matter how hard that we grin

On old roads, they get you back
On old roads, they get you back
On old roads, they get you back
Just the same, just the same, just the same.

Just the same with no doing
the road with no paving
My teeth with no chewing
my soul with no saving

• Folk
• folk pop
• freak folk
• garbage folk
• soulful
• tape noise
• Wisconsin