Tommy was a preacher?s son Now he's running through the jungle "yes sir!" Fingers cold and fire When you get so tired and we're so tired Lazing
Ahhh Ahh ah All the needy still need and all the losers still lose all the preachers still preach but they ain't bringin no change I'm not afraid to
Hear that outside? Go feed the dogs they're begging barking bashing at their homes cold and wet and dirty like the earth that mashes molding muddy marching
Summer came and I lost my shoes while them purple gold linens, pressed them down in the basement and if don't you know or see them clouds Will step to
If you look real high you just might find Sitting in the stars, glistening, glistening Waiting for the band to come Just waiting for that man to come.
Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhhh Ahhhhhhhhh Ohhh, I remember things, not many things, Dont remember when my feet touched the ground
My legs are all buried in salt, the way as my lips move out all of my words, the way But this can't be all that we have to wait pressing pulling this
Some were reborn Some were simply shaken free Some were the colors That took to the streets They found in those later years They knew what we need It
I was born in nineteen eighty-nine All we could do No shakes or coughs or burst relief Or lists of all our things Just minutes making minds I was born
Did you ever see anyone did you ever known anyone speech trial come and lead my palms soil pressed to the knees and below because standing tall will make
Stepping steps of floating floats that float above such shining notes they know (Just where/why their feet are moving) just where we should rest policed
Heavy were the words dripping from my brain flow about and sink in little bitty bits where I know I know myself where floors were found shores were shaping
Claims, they crawled from those clouds and over mountains cried into the streams where they ran the length of past and time that called out with their
Shave our heads strip our clothes burn them books but the mind still grows a sheltered mind with fears of rings fear of time and missing links we all
Shepherds they came stripped of their names and we were all the daughters that fell from her to ground because she needed us she needed love but we're