Dust City Opera – Cold Hands EP – Artwork – Final

Track

King Friday

Lyrics

Thoughts are like cake, birds on a wire
City nightscape, town on fire
Waking up late just to retire
Early each night, town on fire

Hey King Friday, king everything
Hey good looking, what’s your name?

Saw a shotgun start to sing
Hey my spider, my pony, my yellow string
Gotta go home, rolling down the hill
Snow on the sidewalk, taking my fill
Hungry in winter, rolling down the hill
Snow in my sock, taking my fill

Hey King Friday, king everything
Hey good looking, what’s your name?

Saw a shotgun start to sing
Hey my spider, my pony, my yellow string