Keziah Jones Man With The Scar
See the man with the scar? He earns a whole lot'a money You won't find no trace of gunpowder On his hands See this muse in a dress? She's into guns 'n' honey He leaves her feelin' used in her own armour You can guess Well, under the rain Thunder is pain You see her nakedness in her dreams of home She was lost in love Is it the painlessness that feeds her so? See the man with the scar? He means a whole lot'a money The cash is soaked in race and a cruel wisdom He was playing poker with well laid plans He came from far away to claim his hand Well color is shame Under the rain You see his nakedness in his dreams of hope He was lost in blood Is it the shamelessness that bleeds him so?
