The History Of Utah
He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He drove around in a rambler
He had a message from the chief
He drove around in a rambler
He had a message from the chief
He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
He was the river boat gambler
He was the son of the chief of police
And old joe
Did and said as he would
Took all the shopping carts from the mall
And took them to utah
Which was zion
He built an empire out of the desert
Out of the dust and the sand, just like las vegas
But he never took the route that the mafia did
And he thought the indians were some lost thirteen dudes
But he didn't treat them any better
And they were never on his side
They drove their pick-up trucks out into the desert
Into a ditch along the side of the road
And acted like they were drunk
All the time
And old joe had thirteen beady-eyed babies
One of whom i used to go to school with
He'd drive his car at a hundred ten down the alley way
Throwing cinder blocks at trash cans
And i declare on this occasion
I've never seen this heaven or this place any differently
But now and then i dream of the flying saucers and they're coming to take us away
A História de Utah
Ele era o jogador de barco a vapor
Ele era filho do chefe de polícia
Rodava por aí em um carro velho
Tinha uma mensagem do chefe
Rodava por aí em um carro velho
Tinha uma mensagem do chefe
Ele era o jogador de barco a vapor
Ele era filho do chefe de polícia
Ele era o jogador de barco a vapor
Ele era filho do chefe de polícia
E o velho Joe
Fazia e dizia o que queria
Pegou todos os carrinhos de compras do shopping
E levou pra Utah
Que era Sião
Ele construiu um império no deserto
Do pó e da areia, igual a Las Vegas
Mas nunca pegou o caminho que a máfia pegou
E achava que os índios eram uns treze perdidos
Mas não os tratou melhor
E eles nunca estavam do seu lado
Eles dirigiam suas caminhonetes pro deserto
Pra uma vala ao lado da estrada
E agiam como se estivessem bêbados
O tempo todo
E o velho Joe tinha treze filhinhos de olhar esbugalhado
Um dos quais eu estudei junto
Ele dirigia seu carro a cento e dez na viela
Jogando blocos de cimento nos lixeiros
E eu declaro nesta ocasião
Nunca vi esse céu ou esse lugar de forma diferente
Mas de vez em quando sonho com os discos voadores e eles vêm pra nos levar embora
Composição: Chris Pedersen / David Lowery / Greg Lisher / Jonathan Segel / Victor Krummenacher