Mech
Joined: 06 Jun 2001
Posts: 8237
Location: THE 4th REICH USA |
Ghost of Hendrix
 Thu Oct 07, 2004 2:41 am
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Oh uh,
I see fingers, hands and shades of faces,
Reachin up and not quite touchin the promised land,
I hear pleas and prayers and a desperate whisper sayin,
Oh Lord please give us a helpin hand,
Yeah...yeah
Way down in the background,
I can see frustrated souls of cities burnin,
And all across the water baby,
I see weapons barkin out the sting of death,
And up in the clouds I can imagine UFO's thinkin' to themselves,
Laughin they sayin.....
Those people so uptight, they sure know how to make a mess
Back in the saloon my tears mix and mildew with my drink,
I can't really tell my feet from the stones on the floor,
But as far as I know, they may even try to wrap me up in cellophane and try and sell me..
Brothers help me, and dont worry about lookin at the storm
Yeah yeah yeah yeah yeah |
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