I'm older than himSo you daddies and daughters, you sons and you mothersRemember life's over before it beginsSo love one another, and stand close togetherAs close as my dad did to old Errol Flynn
, that there's someone on his mind. And my mother has the whole thing planned. I don't know, maybe so, But t'would mollify them greatly to agree. Now, there's little Bridget Flynn
Time rolls the back wheels of my mind You helped me put the brakes on 'cos you're kind I wonder where you learned to be so good I wonder if I'm doing
There's a man at hand, there's a way between The sinking sand and a crooked dream And collared off at the modern age of nine Summoned off for walking
There are ten thousand graves In Hong Kong Protestant Cemetery Every one of them says Born and died and the rest might be history Walking there I'd cry
I've been drooling At some mangy scraps of bread And these hungry voices Make a lot of noise inside my head Show me the way to the rubbish dump Or the
Shore to shore, got some land between Island life is living from a cup of broken queens Hit the jackpot rolling through a pipe dream in a knot And I'm
They're taking pictures of the man from God I hope his cassock's clean The burden of being our holy fellas Your halo'd better gleam, better gleam What
Rob lived in a box by the rails Only thing he knew, you don't fail When you live in a box by the rails Don't comb your hair, don't comb your tail Sweep
You're one of those elephant hunters from Ebbsfleet Primordial superman I know the trouble you've gotten in Leave this trouble half cottoned down If
Tickle me pink, I'm rosy as a flushed red apple skin Except I've never been as sweet I've rolled around the orchard and found myself too awkward And tickle
Jesus Christ, eat your apple, it's raining cats & dogs If Happy-Go-Lucky can dance with a girl & then Cain killed his Abel in fog & I'm in denial of one
Well, I'm sure you're near and I can almost smell you But the winds are up at the walls again And I can hear you coming, heaven helped you coming I believe
I knew no vices and I knew no sins I knew the words but they didn't sink in Stayed out those tunnels that pull people down There's more of those tunnels
You know he just heard The drums of war When the past Was a closing door The drums beat Into the jungle floor The past is always Closing door, closing
You wanna be like Errol Flynn Captain Blood was a whore You wanna be like Gary Cooper High on a horse You wanna be like Lorne Chaney Howlin' at the moon
Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let a sucker get too close to you Reached for my jammy like a troop's supposed to do Never let
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