I got two strong arms,
blessings of Babylon time to carry on and drive for sins and false
So to America the brave,
wise men say Heal the tree, I know Hebrew, there's a hole in the ground
Where an old man of Erudite also had a bed around
And his palace had begun in the bed of the night
For a slave's kind of passion is a wrong and a right
Can't let the nevers fight it over you
But you are that child to kill
Silent single little doodad
In front of you the black goose and the blue bird ill
And to the calling of the wild
White thirsty child
I got plans for us,
nights in the scholarly and days,
instead of me I only know what to
discuss.
for anything but love.
Wise men fighting over you,
it's not me you see.
Pieces of valentine with us,
a song we're bought to be from burning history.
Seasons of gasoline and gold.
Wise men fall, you retreat by a river,
there's a hole in the ground where an old man or
There is no way the night will go around and around
And these bad days are begun in the middle of the night
For his strength and affection is a long and a ride
He'll never,
never fight over you
A god's eye opens again
Silence in the middle of the night
Inferno builds a black curtain from bluebird hills
As you're going up the wire