BMM LYRICS

Copperhead or Cottonmouth
Should have been more careful I’m really in a jam Got more than I can handle I’m a desperate man Should have tread more lightly

Next to Nothing
Always racing in the fast lane My life stuck in overdrive Always looking for the next big fix When will this need be satisfied Why

Your Guess is Good as Mine
Good as gold in a miner’s hand Quick as silver in a banker’s hand Poke face cold as ice Say a prayer, roll the dice

Winter Morning
No heat will rise from the valley this winter morning Mist and smoke hang like a fog of a dream, slow to leave A consciousness

More of the Same
Night falls again, welcome my friend So good to have this time to spend Looking back on the day, memories made Not much has changed

Stillwaters
Near the line Will Penn madeThere’s a homestead from the olden daysThe springhouse has fallen downBut the water still flows from the ground Stillwaters, been

The Chosen Few
Rising from your reverie It’s a rather rude awakening When you realize the dream is not for you But for the chosen few In a

The Landing
Use to fear so many things Mean dogs rusty chains Tornados, tiny towns Bearded ladies, carnival clowns Was a time used to dread UFOs and

She Comes up in Conversations
When I’m down, she comes up in conversations It gets around about our friends and relations There was a time I was the one She

Katie in a Cadillac
She Rolled off the line in ‘59 Smelling new and looking fine Big white walls shining bright Bound for glory on Saturday night She was

Chinatown
It’s raining in Chinatown From my window looking down A sea of bobbing black umbrellas Fills the street below It could have been a sunny

Brandywine
The common people into heaven wandered The tribe of Lenape built a life beside her Years of plenty, peaceful days Until the coming of the sunset on