Old Service Road - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

He shoved me inside his government truck

The color of a bruise

He drove a country mile outside of town

Said get out boy, and that’s what I did do

I walked over to that sign;

It read the Old Service Road

He had his window up tight shut

When I asked «hey mister where does it go?»

He mouthed «you don’t, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

«You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

«You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

«Go down now, the Old Service Road.»

He left me with a tire iron, instructions

And a list of names

And I was left to guard that road

In that service I did remain

I stuck the list to the back-side of the sign

'Cause that list it held the name of my brother

I used the iron as a baseball bat

And when the rocks hit the sign

It made the sound of forever

I thought to re-arrange the list

To knock them letters round

But the front still read the Old Service Road

And on the backside my brother’s name I still found

Well I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want to know

I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want to know

I don’t want, I don’t want, I don’t want to know

Go down there, the Old Service Road

A hand-built two-seater come down the service road;

The driver avoided my eyes

He was a mix-skin of Mexican descent

He opened the window shy

I tapped my iron 'gainst his metal car

I went giddy at the sound of forever

Un-shyly out the window leaped a dog

And to the dog I applied the traits of my brother

It slunk on over to the sign

Let loose and made the sign its own

I scanned the list for some sign of a dog

But there was now only my brother’s name alone

I scratched off his name, said goodbye Argos

And the dog went down the Old Service Road

Shyly out the window the Mexican said

(something mix-skin that don’t translate)

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

Go down there, the Old Service Road

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

You don’t want, you don’t want, you don’t want to know

Go down there, the Old Service Road