Mudslide

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 “How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How'm I gonna get my?”
“How'm I gonna get my?”
“How'm I gonna get my white shirt clean?”
“How'm I gonna get my?”
“How'm I gonna get by?”
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.