Shane Smith & The Saints The Mountain
Take me home to the mountain
The wind my mother used to sing
but beware the mouth of the dragon
in his lungs, a coal he keeps
in his lungs, a coal he keeps
Farewell shouted the preacher
farewell well he sang
to this man down inside the mouth of the dragon
bound for heavens gates
bound for heavens gates
all the homes as dark as mollases, but the house of the lord
the man who fell in that mouth, wrapped him on his porch
he wrapped him on his porch
Take me home to the mountain
the land my mother used to sing
but beware the mouth of the dragon
in his lungs, a coal he keeps
in his lungs, a coal he keeps
Halleluja, I slade the dragon, the son of the dead man sang
I lit a match inside of the shaft, and burned his lungs away
and burned his lungs away
I remember the mountain
the tails my mother used to sing
of the father killed by the dragon
and the son who avenged his name