I was runnin' thru the summer rain, try'n' to catch
Mr. Marvin Middle Class is really in a stew
Wondering what
The clubs are all closed and the ladies are leaving,
There’s
I stand on the stairway, my back to the dungeon
The
It takes one to know one, baby
I know how you
See the ruin on the hill, where the smoke is
Guarding the carcass, we stripped and divided
To carve up and
Her close friends have gathered,
Lord, ain't it a shame.
Greiving together,
shar
Well here you are
The final attraction
Awaiting direction
From somewhere above
You ask me if I'm happy now
That's good as any
Take the ribbon from your hair
Shake it loose and
I was a highwayman. Along the coach roads I did
So many people got so many lines
They've all been tried
Read about the sorry way he done somebody's daughter
Chained her
She would meet me in the mornin' on my way
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