Songtexte:
Terry Allen Salivation

Well they found her dead Face down in a ditch And they chased and caught That son of a bitch Ain't no top 40 song They put him on trial He killed her

from the east side of chicago to the down side of l.a. there's no place that he goes we don't bow down to him and pray yeah we follow him to the slaughter

Snow White Angel On the wings Of a snow white angel He played steel guitar And the drugs Broke his brain Off into angles But his fingers Played true

fire in his blood snake on his tongue knows the big boy's a commin better bust em up an run spaceships and monkeys evolution and booze bar maids and pistols salivation

It's X-mas on the Isthmus of Panama We're listless this Christmas No Santa Claus No wise men, no angels No mistletoe trucks No reindeer, no shepherds

Out on the banks Of the Rio Ticino Standing in front of The 3 Kings Hotel Looking out At the town of Castelletto Wondering about What Happened Over There