Lyrics The Great Boston Molasses Flood - The Dead Milkmen
Sweet
Holy
Jesus,
there's
a
wall
of
molasses
Coming
towards
me
and
my
family
Don't
get
me
wrong
I
love
disasters
But
I
haven't
had
breakfast
Or
a
cup
of
coffee
A
hundred
years
from
now
On
the
other
side
of
town
There'll
be
a
house
party
where
the
Dresden
Dolls
will
play
But
I
haven't
the
time
to
think
of
that
now
Sweet
sticky
death
is
headed
my
way
Regulations
just
slow
down
the
process
Inspections,
we've
got
nothing
to
hide
Pay
no
attention
to
the
groaning
and
creaking
Pay
no
attention
to
that
growing
dark
tide
One
hundred
years
from
now
On
this
very
spot
There'll
be
a
quiet
park
where
the
Children
can
play
But
I
haven't
the
time
to
think
of
that
now
Sweet
sticky
death
is
headed
my
way
1 Pretty Music For Pretty People
2 Big Words Make the Baby Jesus Cry
3 Welcome To Undertown
4 Now I Wanna Hold Your Dog
5 Make It Witchy
6 Mary Ann Cotton (The Poisoner's Song)
7 I've Got To Get My Numbers Up
8 Anthropology Days
9 Somewhere Over Antarctica
10 Dark Clouds Gather Over Middlemarch
11 Streetlamps - Walking To Work
12 The Sun Turns Our Patio Into A Lifeless Hell
13 The Great Boston Molasses Flood
14 All You Need Is Nothing
15 Ronald Reagan Killed the Black Dahlia
16 Hipster Beard
17 Sanitary Times
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