Peter Wolf Crier Hard As Nails
Hard smiles Softest voice Toes they touch the carpet steps Out the door into the breasts of you Vagrant Queen... Show my hands to warmest touch Whispering as you dress me up a new bride to be Down the isle our side walk calls A clergy of empty cars Cold night Silent priest
Clearing cracks walking tall Promise you the moon and stars climbing rooftops of shopping malls Big you Lİttle me Sharing tricks and secret trades through the fields Where shadows play their games A toast to youth upon the school unto the halls Write our names upon the walls
Our flag flying free Our land not to keep
Bare feet, maroon soles leading us back to my room Behind the shed I offer you my name but you refuse
Kindly watch over me mary mother saint to be
Kindly watch over me mary mother saint to be
