Story Behind The Song

Written by Christian Matthew Berrian I;Tim Guidish; Scott Infantalino ;David Di Nino Vocals, Money Laundering-Tim Guidish Guitars, Procurement of evil spirits-Christian Mathew Berrian I,Tim Guidish Bass Guitar, Lady killer-Scott " Norwegian Wood" Infantalino Drums, Timpani, Razor Blade- David P. Di Nino

Lyrics

Mountain Heather

Now with fame and fortune
Naturally comes a greater insight to life
And all the world's issues
Become clear as day
So tell us about or problems
And how we all fucked up
Cause I see you've just appointed yourself
The savior of the world

What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true

Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts , clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm in the public's eyes
Don't mean opinions should be read

Now, somewhere there's a tree
About to be cut down
And somewhere else
I'm sure, the aware, that have no clue
Now concern on your part
Is admirable, I must agree
But, don't you speak to me, and my friends
As if we were just the rage of trees
Yeah

What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true

Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts , clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm in the public's eyes
Don't mean opinions should be read

Sociology
Incollege, that's a four year degree
But you just write yourself a song and
That's all the public needs don't you banish us
For being different than you
And you had better not
Wear that old whore's glow
Unless its a core to your truth

What's that, you say?
I can't believe it
But it
It must be true

Trying too hard to think of a message
Thoughts, clear, go right through my head
Just because I'm in the public's eye
Don't mean my opinions should be read