Lyrics: Mountain Goats, The. Night Of The Mules.

the street lights gave off an yellow glow

on the holly and the mistletoe

you could feel the rain, coming down.

and quiet starlight, hardened the ground.

till the street shone like a diamond



look sister, here comes a new genuine disaster.

clip-clop up the street,

see the rain, feel the sleet, yeah.



the cold air, unpredictable weather,

ten or twenty of us, huddled together,

hearing the braying, growing louder

snowflakes falling fine white powder.



here come, the new kings

the hooves clack and the metal sings

clip-clop up the street

see the rain, feel the sleet, yeah.