Dyed in the Wool - Bootstraps

Let’s meet in an alley

We’ll go and get high off

All the fumes of our youth we can hold in our lungs

And let’s learn to play Forever Changes

Down in your mama’s basement

Like Wylie off a mesa, we sank again

Where the waters cold

We’re dyed in the wool

Yeah ya know, been dyed in the wool, the colors hold

I should’ve married young

Saw ya come of age once

Now holy wine is just liquor we’re faded on

We learn to play to each his own

That desert road episode

The Coyote chases all, he can never get

Where the waters cold

We’re dyed in the wool

Yeah we know, been dyed in the wool, the colors hold

But I’m no walk in the park

Had to go radio silent

So we could speak, the same language finally

The same language finally, finally

Where the waters cold

We’re dyed in the wool

Yeah, ya know, been dyed in the wool, the colors hold and run true

Been dyed in the wool, the colors hold and run true

Dyed in the wool, the colors hold and run true