Maps on the back of your hands point to the cross. Scratches on walls in a room draw out your loss. Your islands are conquered and you are returned to the throne. Martyrs take penance and fill up t
(Oh) Walk up in the thing, got my campaign poppin'. Champagne poppin', bad thing poppin'. Headed to the door, and ain't a damn thing knockin' (no). Walk up in the thing and everybody with me mobbin
Night hangs on the city. Like a blanket on a cage. A sacrifice prepared. Laughter lies on faces. Where the sun has never shone. The fear of life is strong. . We are waiting in the forest. Deep
A score of years this line has run. Above the crests that drown the sun. A mile high the turbines turned. The stokers sweat the monkeys burned I will carry you home with the Gods in my eyes. I wil
Long ago I heard a tale I never will forget. The time was in the telling on the bank the scene was set. The sky was rolling blindly on, the daylight had not gone. She washed her hair among the ston
Who saw the fences falling. Who broke the plough man's bread. Who heard the winter calling. Who wore the tailor's thread How many sheaves were counted. How did the carriage shine. How many though