ve been whittled away Like a thief in the night Rum crushes and steals you, no warning I'm still searching for a state of grace A state of grace Cop
Into the valley, betrothed and divine Realization's no virtue but who can define Why soldiers go marching those masses a line? This disease is catching
ground and kept it tight Let the ragga drop Act like a cop When Bernie got in your head You sacked St. Mick Went on a walkabout and stayed true to yourself
orphan who comes from Providence I am a sign from God! For the parentally misguided (And I know...) State is not an ocean, not an island, not a road
a hidden branch Carving out a future with a gun and an axe I'm way beyond the gavel and the laws of man Still living in the palm of the grace of your
Autumn to begin While far from grace, will do me in to late (I'm out of seasoning) No spring chickens, summer romance novel writer could win a prize It
a junkie's Last will and testament And when I die I know that it is Safe to place a bet Not a tear will be shed Nor a rose for my casket It will be
