Hey now, you got me by the tongue I feel like there's nowhere I belong And they're working it pretty hard And they're selling it by the yard But it's
Down from the doorway and into the street I hear the mornin' bell Over and over the pattern repeat I hear the mornin' bell And all the faces cold as stone
I have waited the night over For some word to come I asked the moon o'er the clover But the moon she is dumb You've made me a promise At midnight we'
Tuesday My heart is brimmin' I'm a child In the wild wind Dead leaves And daylight dimmin' No beginnin' And no end Inside a candle Of defiance Moonlight
A gutter full of rain An empty picture frame A house out at the edges of the city Never noticing the war Till it's right there at your door An' suddenly
Hold on to nothing Hold on to coldest steel Chill you down inside When you see just what is real Paste it up and tear it down Move it on along the rushing
Raisin' up my voice to the wall and to the sky It seeks no explanation, it waits for no reply Really it is nothing, just a cry to the wilds I'm delirious
Falling by the wayside I'm sinking with the sun Everythin' I do Is wrong, wrong, wrong Gazing at the billboards Staring down the broken lines Sleeping
Oh, Mary Jane She step on a train Head for the city lights Yearning inside To swim with the tide And taste it, alright Bag on her shoulder Breathing
Hey, mornin', sit in the mornin' sun Evenin', watchin' the shadow come Through the bright streets of London I feel the rain upon my eyes as I wonder At
the eye don't see no color Where the war don't make a sound Ice on the shoulder, Noel Praise the Lord above and sell, sell, sell Oh, violent flowers
Ghost on the highway Bird with metal wings Ghost on the highway Bird with metal wings Crowd all around me I just don't hear a thing Ghost on the highway
the eye don't see no colour Where the war don't make a sound Ice on the shoulder Noel Praise the lord above And sell sell sell Oh violent flowers
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Down from the doorway and into the street I hear the morning bell Over and over the pattern repeat I hear the morning bell And all the faces cold
Hey now, you got me by the tongue I feel like, there's nowhere I belong And they're working it pretty hard And they're selling it by the yard But
