The Pirate's Gospel
Album - 24 ottobre 2004 - Debaser id 368670

My tired feet
My tired, tried feet
My tired feet
Oh my tired feet
My tired feet brought me to that red boat
So still and foreign waters

And although I've never been here
Oh although I've never been here
I know that here I've swam before
Here I've swam before

And soon I came
Oh so soon I came
Soon I came
Oh so soon I came
Soon I came to the silent place of choir voices

In excelsis Deo
Deo

Where Jesus, he keeps the streets out
Jesus he keeps the heat out
Jesus he keeps the noise out
And here oh here I've sung before
Here I've sung before
I know that here I've sung before

Here I've sat, I've run, I've walked, I've cried
I've died
I've slept in 'til noon and I've laughed and I've sighed
I know that here I've sung before
Oh here I've sung before
I know that here I've sung before
Here I've sung before

Oh I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow
I've been knocking on that door in my sleep
Fight my fireplace glow to keep me away,
To keep me away from home

Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh my mama your running too
Mama you're running too
Oh my mama your running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
And I've been holding onto the gold
When lettin' go would free my hands
And I've been tying your tongue in a knot
Oh I've been tying your tongue in a knot
To wrap this death, to wrap this death in a sheet

And Papa get the rifle from its place above the french doors
They're coming from the woods
Oh they're coming from the woods

And mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too
Mama you're running too
Oh, my mama you're running too

Brother I'm so sorry that you watched the Patens burn
I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
No, no I can't hide the dirty pads down there carpet anymore
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
There were too many heavy boots
And there were too many big black boots
And there were too many little brown shoes marching though

So I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
I'm countin' it to the sky
Oh I'm countin' it to the sky
And moving back
Oh I'm moving back to
Face the lack of home