stonedog

The holes in the walls

And the stains on the street

From the bullets and blood

And the lion’s feet

As I walk to the square

Whilst it rings in my ears

The sound of despair

And the rolling years

 

To the loser the gains

From the phoenix a flame

And the blood in my veins

Starts pumping again

To the loser the spoils

And the rain and the oil

And the oil in my veins

Starts pumping again

Pumping again

 

As I sit at the bar

And shuffle the cards

As they scratch at the walls

In the stifling heat

The solution is clear

Their inheritance near

But don’t come near me

With your bandaged feet

 

To the loser the gains

From the phoenix a flame

And the blood in my veins

Starts pumping again

To the loser the spoils

And the rain and the oil

And the oil in my veins

Starts pumping again

Pumping again

 

© 2006 Davies