Lyrics The Breeders

The Breeders

Mountain Battles

My heart's so full and fat

Go get her

A mouth full of low A bog of faith

Sue a ballet

Mountain battles

Indoctered minds

I ride shot gun

From the facility

Whistling blues

And shrieking luck

Oh yeah

Tonight

Rush shines a gloom My wilting heart

The shadow on the moon

Fantastic view

Thinking of things to do

Shrieking luck

Thinking of things to do