Burn The Priest Ballad Of Kansas City
I wonder what it's like to be you.
Sitting there all alone.
Maybe you are crying, lonesome and anxious.
Give my love to my young as you and the hose become one.
Sucking out the seed of my soul ripping it out of you.
It shoots past you.
The deed is done.
You and I are still as one, I don't resent you.
The bond is still strong.
I cry now, fathom the union.
The work shall be done.
I still have my sanity, solid as stone.
And I admire you...
