Fair To Midland - Vice/Versa (Inter.Funda.Stifle Version)

mountains of molehills
a grapevine in my ear
spots on the tiger while the townspeople gather to hear
while the nests in my hands starve for rest
sticklers for cheap fun
you oughta be ashamed to trade in your heirlooms
for black market all day parades
for a grand prize a slap in the face for you
bold faced type covers your text
it must have been winter
still frame
no dice
where do you get your evidence?
move, now stay still
it takes a luminescent hue
the wood
the crest that's weaved outside your vest
still frame
no dice
loons light the skyline
while you sleep on concrete with both your eyes open
i just kept pullin' on both your feet
someday together we'll breathe on mountains of molehills