All Music & Lyrics by
Chris Gleason
Mule-in-a-Swamp Music / ASCAP

All instruments, vocals, engineering, mixing, production & photography
by Chris Gleason
at Noise Floor Delirium, Roslindale, MA

Lyrics

All our demons are near
Hell is empty this year
Always something to fear
Hell is empty this year

The boys called her Megaphone Rose
You can guess how this goes
Sun setting over the knoll
Over Marsh Marigolds

All our demons are near
Hell is empty this year
Always something to fear
Hell is empty this year

The birds in the trees are all spies
Mother Nature’s private eyes
Don’t you believe their lies
Birds in the trees are all spies

All of our demons are near
Hell is empty this year
Always something to fear
Hell is empty this year

Loved you now just let me be
Love in an emergency

Down where the river bends
Divided highway ends
Sun setting over the knoll
Over Marsh Marigolds
Over Marsh Marigolds
Over Marsh Marigolds
Over Marsh Marigolds