A Friend With A Big Mouth

Lyrics

With a pail of water on the side of a hill Warm sun and breeze in the grass and in her hair When you turn to kiss her birds begin to sing Louder and louder you're rolling down the hill Then you wake It's the big swollen face A friend with a big mouth has leaned on the bell He says I'm not in earnest Worthy boring and such He does what he knows best Which is not very much Well I brought home his money And I nailed it onto the wall Doused it with diesel And as it burned I prayed Watch history made with a glass and a blade A friend with a big mouth is waiting for you Now you know you're damned You can't move your legs You can hardly speak In the coward morning Howard goes to work Hopeful and grateful, he wears a boy/girl shirt And the sap is rising early he must go for a walk There is no hope for some of us yet Say what you want but you won't work again A friend with a big mouth has found someone else You're coming home again You're going home again You're coming home again You're going home again