This wind gives me the shivers and my voice gives me the shakes, so I place my skinny fingers right around your skinny waist. You're not much for support these days but I hope it's just a phase, this love may seem like magic but it's all about fate. So Long! To dove white cavalcades. Leave me alone. Never made it to the palisades.
When I get stopped at the border of that celestial county line I hope the whole border patrol will let me in alright. Oh please! I'll scream. Dont arrest me, just let me pay the fine. They'll say sorry son you should have picked somewhere else to start your life. So I'll go go home. Back into the night. But not alone. Grab my children and my wife.
So I purged myself in cheap motels to listen from above to those sad old city singers singin bout how they can love. And if looks could really kill I'd be your sickly lion cub, prostrate on the ground just beggin not to eat your young. Dont do me wrong. I'm already stranded. Sing me a song. Like 'Swing Low Chariot'.
Blow the lid off all your bridges set fire to the neighborhood. It's best to burn your law books boys they aint no damn good. We went from old grass roots to sequin suits but kept the gavels made of wood. To remind old friends and indians to respect the common good.
All of my grief and ungodly beliefs, they're all behind me in the past presently. From when I marry til they lay me down to sleep, give me your tired and your poor so they can eat.
All of my grief and ungodly beliefs, they're all behind me in the past presently. From when I marry til they lay me down to sleep, give me your tired and your poor so they can breathe free.
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