November Blue - The Gods Are in Tuscaloosa Lyrics

With some more rings around our trunks
Well both bow down to Dionysius
And breathe the prayer of the drunks
During the fall when it's the nicest
Along the banks of the Warrior
Burnt dinners are the incense we lift to the god of war
His songs often sound like screaming and trying to even the score
And he sighs with relief at his name
Oh the gods are in Tuscaloosa
And they can save this broken thing
There's an altar out there where they grow out their hair and the angels never sing
And this bad idea can't die
Where we'll never have to grow old
Surrounded by youth and the blazing sun
And the knowing looks of the old
And I'll take all my pointers from the bearded cheaters' king
Don't you dare say a single word or I'll make that lightning sing
Across those pretty little cheeks
But there's one we ask the most
For the gift she just can't give
There's nothing we can do between these bed posts
To make anything that lives
Oh the gods are in Tuscaloosa
And they can save this broken thing
There's an altar out there where they grow out their hair and the angels never sing
And this bad idea can't die
Where we'll never have to grow old
Surrounded by youth and the blazing sun
Along the banks of the warrior