Peter Wolf Crier In Response
I don't want to say of course You know I spent my days blaming broken legs There was a dance on the street of course I would but said you won't You're naked under-clothed. It hurts to give up your sight But you are blind if you won't sacrifice all that makes you invisible to me. Come proclaiming rites Give the world what's due, abandon inner lights See the stairs, under feet of course Sons to cloth be seen as jealously and greed. I know that you're just passing time But you are blind if you won't sacrifice all that makes you invincible to me.
