Tekster: Mountain Goats, The. Alpha Desperation March.

i'm coming in.

try to stop me.

push furniture in front of the door.

it only gives me something to push against.

in the full heat of the summer's day,

you're telling me to go away.

but you owe me eight-thousand dollars and i can use it



i'm only getting stronger.

you may have noticed.

but a head full of memories propels me ever further

and in the living room i don't see where you are,

but the back door's locked, so you can't have gone far

and eight-thousand dollars is a whole lot of money

and i could use it.



could be that it's my imagination, but i think i hear you now.

so come out come out, wherever you are.

olly-olly-olly-olly-olly-olly oxen free see i'm

perfectly aware of where our love stands,

but the plain fact is that you owe me eight grand

if it helps to jog your memeory,

i lent it to you on tuesday, when we were drinking.

ha! ha-ha-ha-uh-uh-ha! uh-ha!