Jon Langford
Myth
Continuing on our way through SicilyWe came upon this siteWhere now stands the city of SyracuseThere we made our sacrificeAnd Heracles criedAt the scene of the crimeWe carried on through die Lower East SideWhere Bobby came upon his brideSleeping in her evening gownOn the men's room floorI saw two magpies flyingIt was a cold wet dayI saw you cross the road this morningTo get to the other sideI waved but no one saw meIt's okay, we'll meet on TuesdayAnd Hetracles smiledAt the first light of dawn
From Letras Mania