John Cale
A Child's Christmas in Wales
With mistletoe and candle greenTo Halloween we goTen murdered oranges bled on board shipLends comedy to shameThe cattle graze bold uprightlySeducing down the doorTo saddle swords and meeting placeWe have no place to goThen wearily the footsteps workedThe hallelujah crowdsToo late but wait the long legged baitTripped uselessly aroundSebastopol AdrianapolisThe prayers of all combinedTake down the flags of ownershipThe walls are falling downA belt to holdColumbus too, perimeters of nailsPerceived the Mama's golden touchGood neighbors were we all
From Letras Mania