The Mountain Goats - International Small Arms Traffic Blues
My love is like a powder keg. My love is like a powder keg in the corner of an empty warehouse somewhere just outside of town, about to burn down.
My love is like a Cuban plan. My love is like a Cuban plan flying from Havana up the Florida coast to the 'glades, Soviet made.
Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania. Our love is like the border between Greece and Albania. Trucks loaded down with weapons, crossing over every night, moon yellow and bright.
There is a shortage in the blood supply, but there is no shortage of blood. The way I feel about you, baby, can't explain it. You for the best of my love.



















