Born a gentleman
Only love for everyone
My piano begs to take him home
But he's got those keys in his nose
That dance about in skipping views
Got my only son feeling so low
(Slip out your arrows in tongues
Sleeping in the streets
Oh I, I'll dance on that cross)
I'll be digging up these crops like snails licking,
Leaving lips like
Living trails
Bodies dragging down against the earth they
Said "don't you squeal I
Know a pig when I sees one
Coming up about the bend it's a long and quiet
Road ahead still they're talking
And always moving while we're sleeping
Did you ever see anyone
(Slip out your arrows in tongues
Sleeping in the streets
Oh I, I'll dance on that cross)
Did you ever know or plan to tell me where we
Plan to be...