Sons Of Robert Mitchum David Contemplated
Ah well, they went to war without him,
David swears that’s why he's still here
He has broken his fall from lonesome heights,
So many times that he’s lost that fear
Judith’s Gucci watch, it was a fairground fake,
And her locket kept the ghosts out of sight
He was so charming, been to capital city,
You take a chance to put things right
Some of us are born into things,
Some of us are pulled by string
She took a ride with the killer inside,
No longer will the caged bird sing
Rachel wore burlesque red under a sailor blue sky
And her eyes were Irish green
It was happy hour at the Baltimore Café,
He was the sensitive’ist guy she’d ever seen
They played Roshambo ‘till the break of the morning,
Just a night's chance to start anew
She was thinking to herself “well I ain't no saint,
But I'm good enough for you”
David found himself with a hunting knife,
Rachel had a prayer on a wing
She took a ride with the killer inside,
No longer will the caged bird sing
"Well they’re not old enough to look that miserable",
David contemplated that night
He's been keeping it real, since he began to feel,
He takes them ‘to the woods and out of sight
Some of us are born into things,
Some of us are pulled by strings
They took a ride with the killer inside,
No longer will the caged birds sing
