The Mountain Goats, International Small Arms Traffic Blues
Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania
Trucks loaded down with weapons
Crossing over every night
Moon yellow and bright
There is a shortage in the blood supply
But there is no shortage of blood
The way I feel about you baby can’t explain it
You got the best of my love.
Baby, can’t explain it. ♥
Oh, John Darnielle. The things you do to me.