Make Way, Make Room

by The Mongrel Jews

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Oh I wanna be a smuggler Smuggle by day Drink by night Hey hey hey! Oh I wanna be a smuggler Travel from town to town Casin' your mansions and stealing your antiquities! Riding on the railway, headed for the coast Steamer ships across the sea, now I don't like to boast But we're the baddest band of smugglers you ever have seen Taking this and taking that and trading for the green I don't want a safe roof and an early bed Cornered on a midnight run, you might just lose your head But when you're the best, all the rest can take a flying leap You'll never have to worry about dying in your sleep
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I'll be your exiled prince if you'll be the fire that calls to me And I will take every miracle and plague that falls to me 'Cause I walked through the valley Overshadowed by death Ten dimensions deeper than dimensions of breath I knelt barefoot in your presence Just to learn all of the lessons That are due to me Just like the waters to blood, Just like a staff to a serpent, Just like the frogs in the mud, I will be your hand and your servant. Gimme the blood of the lamb sacrificed in the light And I will save you from the angel that comes for you in the night 'Cause I can part your Sea of Reeds And plunge into your deep If you lay me by the well And sing me to sleep I will plead for your mercy If you bleed for my heresy Until the stones weep You can take me through the desert I'll eat the manna from your hand Take me up to the mountain top And deny me the promised land Just like the waters to blood, Just like the staff to a snake Just like the frogs in the mud I will do what ever it takes!
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Ms. Watson held her paper cranes With tethers made from lions' manes She held so fast and they, so strong Pulled Ms. Watson up along They pulled her to the toppest tops Of clouds made out of unused mops They pulled her to the mountains steep Where ivy made of teabags creeps This holiday went on so long It had to be put into song They flew so far with her, it seemed That nothing seen had yet been dreamed.
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Let me buy you a drink Take you up the hill The night is young And we've got time to kill Build up an altar, Light up the fire Ignore the thrashing ram All caught up in the briar You're my sacrificial lamb No angel's gonna come and try to stay my hand The night is clear and starry But nobody gives a damn That you're my sacrificial lamb Gonna tie you up and hitch you To the side of my hip God may be watching But he don't give a rip The wine's gone to vinegar Confetti's blown away I'll take you to a higher place But there is a price to pay. You're my sacrificial lamb No angel's gonna come to try and stay my hand This ain't the bible And I'm no Abraham But you're my sacrificial lamb Got a little rope Got a little coal Got a little knife So we're all set to roll If you want some magic, This is what I can do Just say the magic word And the knife will follow through You're my sacrificial lamb No angel's gonna come to try and stay my hand This ain't the Akedah Nobody gives a damn That you're my sacrificial lamb.
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One night while crawling on Pike Street Met a girl who thought me a swell The things we had tasted Had made us quite wasted And walking a straight line to hell She scooted in close to me sweetly As I fed her another bad line Oh, I didn't have to beg With her hand on my leg Well, she asked if that stiff DRINK was mine. It's just my flask in my pocket That I like to share with my friends Oh it's just my flask in my pocket And a means to enjoyable ends We ran from the pub in excitement But I lost her in the crowd on the street As loud as I was, Singing like a drunk does I fell prey to a cop on the beat He told me he needed to frisk me In his search for some illegal greens No hint of panache This thick-necked Mustache Thought he grabbed a magnum in my jeans It's just my flask in my pocket That I like to share with my friends Oh it's just my flask in my pocket And a means to enjoyable ends Now, when this old life is over And my flask and my liver are gone I will sit at the gates Subject to the fates Who'll expect I'll admit all was wrong Saint Peter will give me the stink-eye When my funeral mourners all dance He'll ask and he'll frown Lookin' me up and down What's sticking out of my ethereal pants Oh! It's just my ____ in my pocket That I like to share with my friends Oh, it's just my ____ in my pocket And a means to enjoyable ends

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released August 15, 2010

Vincent Milay: vocals, harmonica, mandolin
Sarah Shay: vocals, washboard
Aaron Shay: vocals, banjo

All songs written and arranged by The Mongrel Jews, except for track 6, written by Darby Slick and arranged by the Mongrel Jews, and track 2, co-written by Rian Johnson.

Recorded by Ryan Pangilinan at the Thigh High Stocking Company in Seattle, WA

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