Ify ou've got the gall to tell
Me yer dreams
And i've got the ignorance here in my jeans
We can change our names and enter discreet
And if you've got the wisdom and
I've got the wits
And we've got the spell that turns fire to shit
Then the world spirit's invested in it
You hold the apple & i'll
Aim the arrow
There's a beautiful morning at stake
Turn from your corner and ill
Turn from mine
And we'll steal the city street lights from the grime
And soil the space with the cum of the time
Because john henry worked til
His bones fell apart
And saint francis shat birds thru a hole in his heart
And they'll all tell you trouble's a good place to start
You hold the apple & i'll
Aim the arrow
There is a beautiful mourning at stake
You can't say that I never trusted
Yer song
It's a cute little lie but the feeling is gone
Still I knew it was you all along
You had the poisionest song