Murderers On Mendenhall

*Mendenhall is a street in Bozeman. I was parked up, trying to summon the courage to go into a meeting and coming up with excuses for why I couldn't leave the car -- there are murderers on Mendenhall. There are some good lines in this, I play it once in a while.

Turn the tape back to the beginning,
There’s a line I’d like to hear again
Something about singing when you’re sinning,
Returning to the regular refrain
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you

I’ve got the devil where I want him,
Caught between a hard place and the sea
He’s trying to tune somebody’s ukulele
And he seems to think a sould might be the fee
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you

Pour myself another cup of coffee,
My body clock is running mighty slow
I have so much I have to tell you,
And so much it’s better you don’t know
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you

Turn the tape back to the beginning,
There’s a line I’d like to hear again
Something about singing when you’re sinking,
Returning to the regular refrain
And the murderers on Mendenhall can’t touch me tonight,
I’m far too fired-up to fight
The only thing I’m thinking of is how I’m going to
Steer my sorry soul back to you