They let the Lion and the Monkey
Crane over the hill
They pistol whipped them
And they skinned them
For their bones of wisdom
And a few golden bills
Our secrets leaked out, we were left
On the track
Soaking up the sunshine
Swallowing our pride
Layaways never been good to put a dream on
We'd stumble or fumble
As heavy as a lie
As sticky as oil sands
So we laid our dream pipes
In the trenches of hope
But gunshot rumbles
And heavy mumbles
Or bloody troubles
We couldn't cope with steep is the slope…
And so they raised our babies heavenward
And they shook their hands like
Barehanded boxers after a savage round
The skies dripped with pearls from the gods
Pearls that the earls gathered
To load their pretty pretty pistols with
Layaways never been good to put a dream on
We'd stumble or fumble
As heavy as a lie
As sticky as oil sands
So we laid our dream pipes
In the trenches of hope
But gunshot rumbles
And heavy mumbles
Or bloody troubles
We couldn't cope with
Steep is the slope…
I'll meet you up when the Sun goes down,
And together we'll hit the road
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