Lyrics Old Service Road - Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots

Old Service Road

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