Intro
You can mention it to Jesús, or Mary knows the name,
Of the password to enter, the place of parlor games,
Muskrat Saloon
A temple rises in the morning,
Adventures us right in to yawning,
Dead animals they find it boring,
While the monkeys sleep on snoring
Junkies dream triumphantly,
Of boulevard cars with rolled up sleeves,
Fish markets full of ungrown weeds,
Where pornograph stars are sold for free
Chorus
Fuel pump airhead, blown up balloon,
Drunk on braindead at Muskrat Saloon,
Wash clean plates, for dinner with the King,
Needs something tasty so he's thirsty when he drinks
Pipers pied and baked an apple,
Borrowed tunes buffoons could tackle,
Grab your toes and start to grapple,
Hear the crispies laugh their cackle
Patient with the ghostly fevers,
Attacking empty parking meters,
Where the world spins as it teters,
At the center of believers
Chorus
Fuel pump airhead, blown up balloon,
Drunk on braindead at Muskrat Saloon,
Wash clean plates, for dinner with the King,
Needs something tasty so he's thirsty when he drinks
[Trumpet in Water Bowl Solo]
Outro
You can mention it to Jesús, or Mary knows the name,
Of the password to enter, the place of parlor games,
Muskrat Saloon