Lyrics Cass McCombs – Oatmeal
Text:
My blood’s the justice gingerly put
With what this simple weather
Beckoning my heartthrob
For the Great Grey
Isolator, Isolator
Widowmaker, Widowmaker
Oatmeal steaming, lung-oat weaving
Meta coughing, virgin/meta oatmeal
A blessing being the woodsy type
A blessing being the woodsy type
A blessing being the woodsy type
As pagans say
Firecracker, Firecracker
My lucky urn, My lucky urn