
Mudslide Songtext
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 â??How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?â?
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 â??How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my?â?
â??How'm I gonna get by?â?
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.
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.
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.
â??How'm I gonna get my?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?â?
â??How'm I gonna get my?â?
â??How'm I gonna get by?â?
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.
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.
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.
Chester, Edward Daniel / Devlin, Adam Patrick / Morriss, Mark James / Morriss, Scott Edward / Payne, Richard James
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