Titel: Keeper of the flame
Artist: Golden earing
Mother mother, gotta understand,
\n That mother mother we've got murder on our hands.
\n Your sons & your daughters
\n rapin' eachother on the steps of a church,
\n They no longer depend on
\n The cry of a wolf in a lightnin' storm
\n The scream of a hawk,
\n anxious to get airborn
\n The fear of a mouse crawlin' out of a hole
\n Just a few of many story, waitin' to be told
\n Hungry for good no boogie in the scheme
\n And baby the sky will never be the same
\n From many miles away I came
\n From where the gods smile upon you & play
\n Your job may be no good, it's just a passing thing
\n The universe will always change
\n And I happen to carry a name
\n I am The keeper of the flame
\n A message carved into an arm with a shark tooth
\n Ever so delicate, ever so smooth
\n The truth is only waitin' and it stabs a deeper wound,
\n than all the lies the vagabonds have whispered over you
\n Hey, hey, hey, look out for the drifter on a train
\n Hey, hey, hey, look out for a showdown in the rain,
\n With the keeper of the flame
\n So gather all your hunters, and gather all you prey
\n Listen to what the wind and the trees have got to say
\n To all you marble statues and you bricks of clay
\n Blow you all to kingdom come on your judgement day!
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