The Pilgrimage
The calloo's spirits are low
Swimming on the chill water
But the orphan's are lower
Walking down the village street
The sparrow's belly is chill
Sitting on the icy bough
But my belly is more chill
As I step from glade to glade
The dove's heart is cold
As it pecks the village rick
But I'm colder still
As I drink the icy water
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If there is a God
I know he likes to rock
He likes his loud guitars
And he is spiders from Mars
And if there is a God
I know she's watching me
She likes what she sees
But there's trouble on the breeze
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home
And if there is a God
I know they're on TV
Their the spies with bedroom eyes
Who cowers in our sky
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from ho
I know he likes to rock
He likes his loud guitars
And he is spiders from Mars
And if there is a God
I know she's watching me
She likes what she sees
But there's trouble on the breeze
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from home
And if there is a God
I know they're on TV
Their the spies with bedroom eyes
Who cowers in our sky
Who are you this time?
Are you one of us flying blind?
Because I'm down here throwing stones
While you're so far from ho