It aint no jive
I was burning alive
Whenever you walk in the room
It happened
so quickly
I was feeling so sickly
Like the lover who lost his own muse
The sharks in the tank or
The men in the
bank
He wants my money to loan
I
can’t understand
What the hell is his
plan
While he aint even got a home
Aint got a home
Girl on a
street
With holes in her feet
Looks
through the eyes of a cloud
She don’t look
amazed
She’s feeling kind of sad
So I
just walk around
I reassess, she’s
down on her luck
She’s reading a book full
of lies
I don’t know when ill be coming
home baby
But I sure sympathize
Can sympathize
Can sympathize
Angels spread their wings
On all the
dirty things
But you
Do
She drops to the floor
Her head’s by the
door
Her bible is by her side
Heaven
is calling
The new world is falling
And she aint got a single person left
To confide
No one to confide
No one to confide
Ah to confide
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