Tuesday, July 14, 2015

Burning Blues

Tell me, has judgement come to pass?
The sky devours the burning grass.

Oh setting sun, have mercy on me
I'm a sinner hanging on a burning tree.

I'm a dead man walking on the razor's edge
See my footprints on the burning bridge.

I pray to God that I might be saved
I can find no rest in a burning grave.

The drawbridge rose and it rose so high
It rose on up to the burning sky.

Old Man River, hear my wail
My boat went down with a burning sail.

Old Man Sun, hear my moan
My dog ran off with a burning bone.

Pray for every woman and man
Born to suffer on a burning planet.

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