Kishore Kumar Hits

Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks - The Golden Rule şarkı sözleri

Sanatçı: Lonesome Wyatt and the Holy Spooks

albüm: Ghost Ballads


On a cold winter night
With the moon, big and bright
As the town lay asleep in their beds
Near the old rusted gate
By the side of gate
Lay Mary with an axe in 'er head
In the morning they found
Her sad withered bones
Some children just walking to school
They screamed at the sight
And in a strange morning light
And whispered the golden rule
Poor Mary Moore
Her short life is o'er
She will do unto them
What they did to her
Then Mary did rise
Wiped the blood from 'er eyes
Then told them to follow her lead
They got right in line
And the stumbled behind
For this girl they would do any deed
From house to stone house
They wandered about
And slaughtered whomever they'd see
Woman or man
The mothers the dads
Without hesitation or greed
Poor Mary Moore
Her short life is o'er
She will do unto them
What they did to her
Then Mary did grin
Took an axe in 'er hand
And chopped down the children like weeds
She had to be sure
So she murdered them all
Till the blood it did pour through the streets
And I know you have seen
Like the haunt of a dream
This girl so fair and unclean
Teaching the youth
Forever the truth
This world is vicious and mean

Поcмотреть все песни артиста

Sanatçının diğer albümleri

Benzer Sanatçılar