Mount Olive Lyrics

Softly her glades yield to light

40 watts never seemed so bright

A spectral visage from the rear

Sideways it'd be ear to ear

"Go ahead," her voice commands

I feel sad for having glands

I know the neighbors are in shock

Her windows are all pulled up

Was that a curve, or blastoma

I feel like grass n a mower

Simmer-necked and all chewed-up

Would they mark the place I dropped

Liniment, in my ears

And a sight I won't soon outlive

That's the toll to Mount Olive

Now I drive home with her fleas

Afghan wool stuck to my knees

Feeling only half pulled-out

Fearful of another bout

Liniment, in my eyes

And a sight I won't soon outlive

That's the toll to Mount Olive