Тексты песен Clutch

Dig a slow hole to China Blacker than a miner No turn un-stoned I trample Hold my candle's handle Mama always said "You better come home" Stuck in the mud Dug a slow hole My blue cow Gotta g

All you lasses in Parnassus, swallowing swords Shooting out fire at us heathen hordes I was thinkin' something before I began But then you done cut off both of my hands Now I do my drinking from bambo

Standing waist high in snow, what brought me here I do not know. Sky is filled with starry scenes of heroes and their greatest deeds. Satellites move across the sky, and every year they multiply. Fath