I thought if I fought you
In the open field
Your bayonet would crack on my hard iron shield
You caught me running
Now I’m at your command
A servant to forces that I don’t understand
If you were the shepherd
And I was the lamb
And long was the journey
And dark was the land
Who would be following who
Who would be free
Who would believe that the shepherd was me
When the poet decides how the heroine dies
He commits original sin
When that last ray decays from the boardwalk parades
Yours is the longest shadow to face
Oklahoma, don’t bury your eyes
Night receives morning like death receives life
Blown on the ashes of the emperor’s clothes
All through the cornfields planted in rows
When that poet decides how the heroine dies
He commits original sin
When that ray decays from the boardwalk parade
Yours is the longest shadow to fade
Yours is the longest shadow to fade
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