Sentimental Saddle lyrics
by Born Ruffians
You may make it out of here
Sitting on a little sentimental saddle
Riding on a wave of psychic radiation
Clopping through a field of fungus and mud cakes
Chewing on a stack of newspapers
They're wet and soggy and the ink does run
Learning in the school of woolly courage
Low placement in the rankings
It's a come back
Catch a cat's eye
Middle of the morning
Catch a raven's eye
Middle of the night
Catch a snake eye
Bitten with no warning cry
Catch a needle eye
Middle of nowhere
Catch a cat's eye
Middle of the morning
Catch a raven's eye
Middle of the night
Catch a snake eye
Bitten with no warning cry
Catch a needle eye
Middle of nowhere