Ossining Songtext
von Mike Doughty

Put my faith in the price of mud
And my Lord shall match the pounds
Ten thousand days and a night spelunking
Kill my years in the lightning round, confound it

Why not seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes abounded?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?

Why not seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes abounded?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?


No, not a maze, but like blazed-out inner star
Disclosed completely in a plain film canister

Why not seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes abounded?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?

Put my faith in the price of mud
And my Lord shall match the pounds
Ten thousand days and a night spelunking
Kill my years in the lightning round, confound it


Why not seek Ossining
These threes and foursomes abounded?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?
Why not seek Ossining
This time around?