Lletres: Zookeeper. Otras Canciones. Becoming All Things.

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Alright, my love

Our time is up

I need you to be ready

The war is coming

The army's up and running

And you know I'll go too

The night is young yes

I'm watching you shift

Those stones inside your belly

And hiding my eyes

Sure you'd recognize

The mutiny in them swelling

See I gave my heart to some mad God

Never cared for the incision

And the prisons dark

As I slip between these bars and greet these visions

Just the stock brokers

And the monsignors chasing prostitutes through the Bowery

Past the Dow and Jones

Monday's junkie models bones feed the furnaces on Friday

And the climbers wake in the streets having fallen

Back down into town from the mountains surrounding

And a two dollar Staple Singers tape plays from somewhere

I think that it's 'Freedom Highway' but I ain't sure

And the vendors sell pride but what transfers is hate

Some lie that you're better or normal or safe

And terror's a sea that just swells inside each of us

Just within reach of us, keeping our peace from us

And the city's lit up like a fireworks display

Where tonight it's the head of this state on a plate

And Saint Francis, Zookeeper, minding the grave

Poor Jesus he just wanders round in that cage

Becoming all things

Becoming all things

Becoming all things

Becoming all things