The Denver Boot Redux Lyrics

Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots The Denver Boot Redux

I’m no longer the newborn, lord that’s all I know as
true, I’ve returned from the ocean, craddlin’ the Denver
Boot.
Bare feet walk the hills of Frisco, soft boys cut their
eyes to me,
The truth is I let my down my Father, I throw my boots
back in the water, they are hollow, they are hollow.

At the dear goat farm outside Denver, Father was living
in his broken down coupe.
The helling held him in a bad way, his body revenged as
he asked for the truth.
I cradled my Father in my arms, with my nails I scraped
the sick away, I put my nail clips in a bottle, a trophy
on the dash... but when the sun shine through the bottle
it is hollow, it is hollow

I cant wear the Denver boot

I will bronze my Father’s body,
mount it outside my factories,
the first will be a see-through glassworks,
the other will be a true goat farm,
I will blow perfect bottles,
I will squeeze the goats myself,
I will drown the world of it’s helling,
I hope my will don’t come up hollow...

Hollow...