The Denver Boot Redux - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

I’m no longer the newborn, lord that’s all I know as true, I’ve returned from

the ocean, craddlin' the Denver Boot

Bare feet walk the hills of Frisco, soft boys cut their eyes to me

The truth is I let my down my Father, I throw my boots back in the water,

they are hollow, they are hollow

At the dear goat farm outside Denver, Father was living in his broken down coupe

The helling held him in a bad way, his body revenged as he asked for the truth

I cradled my Father in my arms, with my nails I scraped the sick away,

I put my nail clips in a bottle, a trophy on the dash… but when the sun

shine through the bottle it is hollow, it is hollow

I can’t wear the Denver boot

I will bronze my Father’s body

Mount it outside my factories

The first will be a see-through glassworks

The other will be a true goat farm

I will blow perfect bottles

I will squeeze the goats myself

I will drown the world of it’s helling

I hope my will don’t come up hollow…

Hollow…