Musical Ladders - Adam Green

Leaning on mountains

Bathed in white laughter

Under the sun

Somebody’s birthday

Came stumbling towards us

Wrapped in green gladness

Under the sun

We’re gonna make it

Through this war tonight

Someone hold this child

Up to the light

Prostitute fingers

Fumbling with matches

Tucked in red couches

Under green moons

Mexican waitress

Got caught in the crossfire

Of militant families

Bursting with Jews

We’re gonna break it

To your folks tonight

Kind of hope your pops

Don’t hear me right, oh yeah