Silverton

Outside of town, by a little mine, the river’s flowing all the time
Mahatma packets fall like rain; Ruth Buzzie’s getting on my brain
Dancin' while driving; cussin' out all the passersby
Breakin' out that BB gun; shoot down the walls, our brains will fry
In Silverton, you can be yourself
Maybe live your life; outside your hell
You drink all night with yo' BB gun
To be yourself out in Silverton…
Dropping down into town; think I’ll scratch off a while
Hike along the mountainside, deep down in the mine we slide
Dancin' while driving; cussin' out all the passersby
Breakin' out that BB gun; shoot down the walls, our brains will fry