(Peter Yarrow) So I told him that he'd better shut his mouth And do his job like a man. And he answered "Listen, Father, I will never kill another."
Well, get your Mama, get your Papa, Get your sister, get your brother, Aunt Lucy'sa gonna show Uncle John, How to do the boogie-woogie, While the
Jeder Blick trifft mich bis ins Mark, jeder Kuss ist tief und gewagt, wenn du mich beruhrst, dann beruhre ich den Horizont und ich wei?, wofur zu leben
Pedro Pesado se creia nigel se paseaba por el barrio como diler dile que le venda una dosis sin testearse osea sin funarse osea la movida piola en la
: Heaven ain't so easy to locate Hell is always around the bend I should know that by now But I still get taken every time in the end I believe in
: Stepping out in cold rain falling down Seems like a stranger has taken my mind for his own Come over here pinch me I must be dreaming The air is
: He said it's gonna rain yes and I believe it It ain't so rare around here this time of year I can always use an excuse to feel like I do A reason
: Take my body I would give it to you Take my pulse, my mind, my spirit - whatever you think you could use I would give them if it would set you free
: Your words make music nobody hears Your hands draw pictures nobody sees You stumble over secrets you keep waiting to tell And all the pretty people
: Interlude
: O God I have something to say My flesh is weak my spirit is meek And I'm down on my knees again Soul searching never takes me anywhere but here
: That night I went outside ready to die I saw them beating him down and I forgot myself chasing them off The wind that used to whistle in my ears
: And so the story ends On broken promises We pay our last respects To words we regret In this tragedy There is no victory And nothing left to
: I wish I had some way of knowing how long to stay I wish I had a fiery chariot for which to pray Tonight I will escape I'll sneak out - you lead
: Say a prayer for the lonely Say a prayer for the weak I'm feeling too mean to believe So if you think of it pray for me If you see my lady Tell
: Boxcar dreams, the open road it seems I always find a way to run Whether it's real I don't mind as long as I can leave myself behind Every place
: So the days pass on the same like they always will And the things I might have said but I never did Sit on the shelf like souvenirs of a better time