Za's Stair - Mount Olive Lyrics

Softly her glades yield to light
40 watts never seemed so bright
A spectral visage from the rear
Sideways it'd be ear to ear

"Go ahead," her voice commands
I feel sad for having glands
I know the neighbors are in shock
Her windows are all pulled up

Was that a curve, or blastoma
I feel like grass n a mower
Simmer-necked and all chewed-up
Would they mark the place I dropped

Liniment, in my ears
And a sight I won't soon outlive
That's the toll to Mount Olive

Now I drive home with her fleas
Afghan wool stuck to my knees
Feeling only half pulled-out
Fearful of another bout

Liniment, in my eyes
And a sight I won't soon outlive
That's the toll to Mount Olive