Munly & The Lee Lewis Harlots Old Service Road Lyrics

He shoved me inside his government truck, the color of
a bruise
He drove a country mile outside town, said get out boy,
and that's what I did do
I walked over to that sign, it read the Old Service
Road
He had his window up tight shut, when I asked hey
mister where does it go?
-He mouthed-you don't wanna know what goes on down the
Old Service Road-
He left me with a tire iron, instructions and a list of
names
I was left to guard that road, in that service I did
remain
I stuck the list to the back-side of the sign, 'cause
that list it held the name of my brother
I used the iron as a baseball bat, when the rocks hit
the sign it made the sound of forever
I thought to re-arange that list, knock them letters
round
But the front still read the Old Service Road, on the back side my brother's name I still found
-I don't wanna know what goes on down the Old Service
Road-
A hand built two- seater come down the service road,
the driver avoided my eyes
he was a mix skin of mexican descent, he opened the
window shy
I tapped my iron 'ginst his metal car, I went giddy at
the sound of forever
un-shyly out the window leaped a dog, to the dog I
'plied the traits of my brother
It slunk on over to the sign, let loose and made the
sign its own
I scanned the list for some sign of a dog, but there
was only my brother's name alone
I scratched off his name said goodbye Argos, the dog
went down the Old Service Road
Shyly out the window the mexican said, donde my perro

-You don't wanna know what goes on down the Old Service
Road-