The Mountain Goats — For the Portuguese Goth Metal Bands

[Verse 1] Set the spectrum for the greyscale; that's better Favorite bold fonts in blackletter Star-crossed lovers and their tragic fates And that one Celtic Frost record Almost everybody hates [Hook] Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave [Verse 2] Mark the map out for the treasure; don't say where Find the octave in the shadow and stay there Sleep till sunset, stay up late Bleed bile all night Into an SM58 [Hook] Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave [Verse 3] Finally head west but it's a dead end Come home dead broke but still among friends Keep what's precious; drop what's not Without a second thought There's not so many of us But you don't know any of us Work like a gravedigger, let the blood spill Headline really big festivals Every other summer in Brazil [Hook] Candlelight playing its tricks On the walls of the cave Hauling these songs to the light From the mouth of the grave