Bluetones (The)

Mudslide
There's a mudslide. It's slipping down to cover the hillside. And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth. There's a mudslide. A mile-wide brown-tide. A bonafide mudslide. And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch? And the man said “How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?” “How'm I gonna get my?” “How'm I gonna get my?” “How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?” “How'm I gonna get my?” “How'm I gonna get by?” There's a mudslide. Slipping down to cover the hillside. And you can bet it's gonna seep into your house, in through your eyes and out your dirty little mouth. There's a mudslide. A mile-wide brown-tide. A bonafide mudslide. And what's the odds that you're enjoying one right now, from the comfort of your favourite easy-couch? The scum's gonna keep on rising. Letras de cancionesIt swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon. And everywhere you look it's the same disguises. The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum. The scum's gonna keep on rising. It swallows up the sun-shining blue horizon. And everywhere you look it's the same disguises. The lunatics, it seems, run the whole asylum. There's a mudslide. It's slipping down to cover the hillside. There's a mudslide. A mile-wide brown-tide. A bonafide mudslide. There's a mudslide. Slipping down to cover the hillside. There's a mudslide. A mile-wide brown-tide. A bonafide mudslide. There's a mudslide. Slipping down to cover the hillside. There's a mudslide. A mile-wide brown-tide. A bonafide mudslide. From Letras Mania