Lyrics: The Gone Jackals. Covering Hallowed Ground.

I was taking in the haight
With a guest from l.a.
Wearin underwears
Like a hat on my head.
The spirit of the sixties
Was all around

From high on hippie hill
We surveyed the sacred ground.
Covering hallowed ground.

Well, I was south of the slot
By closing time
My black leather chaps
Afloat the crystalline tide.
I wheelied down an alley
That shined with lube


Checked the ghost of sylvester
By the light of the man on the moon.
Covering hallowed ground.


When daybreak broke
I hit the beach but found no sand,
Though saints peter and paul
Were close at hand.

A screamer bared his knife
And drew a fleet of black and whites -
A book he d written, way back when,
Had changed my life.