Besedila:
Young Mountain Don T Go Changin

don't want to be here Anymore Another lonely night at the hotel bar I got some B52's and some lit cigars I don't have the money for an international call But I don

my arms And my hands and my feet were oh so cold And my face was planted in the bathroom mold My palms are sweaty and our legs are entwined And I don't

time that we walked all night Just to see the sun rise in its glorious light Just as we had sat and stared Your hand brushed mine and I didn't have a

part of Cork, two sides of the glen in Tyrone And if I don't change my ways I'll be the heir for County Mayo. I will go tomorrow to make ale in the wood

ten to nine, three to two I'll always be one up on you Like nightfall makes the sun go down Crazy rack laid the beat changed your life around From the sea to the mountains the mountains

a mountain Dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me I'

a mountain Dare me Don't you compare me cause there ain't nobody near me They don't see me, but they hear me They don't feel me, but they fear me I'

, and suffer And the eye click on and one: the one shut Catches the dead. The clouds pass by. God hovers over us and shrieks We don't hear the slightest crackle Can't

got the generators Go home on the three illa, Mikey whippin' 'cuz he illa Move the bike, kill ya butt, baisley palm is familiar Now you don't wanna go