"Mongrel" lyrics

Here come the mountains, here come the hills
Here come the valleys and the shoreline still
I've seen 'em all, I know 'em well
Mongrel on the hard sell
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Lord, but I can't leave you with the blues, no

Through empty days and endless nights
Spurned my creator and I screamed for my rights
Child of green candles in a wishing well
Mongrel on the hard sell
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Lord, but I, I can't leave you with the blues, no
I, I can't leave you with the blues, no, no, no

Come down the price, Mama, I'll buy you out
Gonna make you shake it, Lord, gonna make you shout
Gonna burn you, gonna make you swell
Mongrel on the hard sell
With a Fortrel polyester inkwell
Lord, but I, I can't leave you with the blues, no, no, no
I, I can't leave you with the blues, no, no