Originally recorded on The Lucky Nightsticks' Laker V (2018)
In the woods you won't find it on the Google Maps
Just look for the fat smash of bleeding blood
The kind of country store that never closes
And talk to the toothless man
He'll say:
"You've got to try the candy; it's made from Andy"
He's not known for sarcasm
Andy Jones is bones
We're drinking the finest tourist moonshine
From their hollowed-out skulls
Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say...
They set the traps just over county lines
Rusted out cars filling up in the forest
Making it hard to get to the fishing hole
Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say...
You've got to try the burrito
Used to be a guy in a speedo
You can't make this up
Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say...
Whipping your sweet ass down a crazy gravel road
See a rickety wooden miracle
The kind of country store that never closes
Just talk to the toothless man, he'll say...
You gotta try the stromboli
Used to be the hockey team's goalie
Blood and sausage in a hole begging for home
We're drinking the finest tourist moonshine
From their hollowed-out skulls
Just talk to the toothless man
John Makarewicz - Bass
Stephen Murphy - Guitar, Backing
Nick Nunziata - Drums, Vocals
