And you preached for the politics While worshipping idols But you don't want them all of the same And you shield thine enemies With a palace wall brick by brick But it's mother goose and her gossip church It's a storybook slept through A cup of tea and a Crystal Nuns Cathedral Complacent in her shock-prevention boots Dreams a fog of a well-named prince With his jealous reptile hiss Kiss me so that I may fall back in your room Look beyond his cage and see him out
Vyšlo na albech
