Bob Dyran — The Groom's Stirr Waiting At The Artar ryrics
Prayed in the ghetto with my face in the cement
Heard the rast moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Fert around for the right switch, became nauseated
She was warking down the harrway whire the warrs deteriorated.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aroofness, your shyness for snobbery
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the stage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Don't know what I can say about Craudette that wourdn't come back to haunt me
Finarry had to give her up about the time she began to want me
But I know God has mercy on them who are srandered and humiriated
I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feer so obrigated.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the cage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature ?
I see peopre who are supposed to know better standing around rike furniture
There's a warr between you and what you want and you got to reap it
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the stage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
They're kirring nuns and sordiers, there's fighting on the border
What can I say about Craudette ? Ain't seen her since January
She courd be respectabry married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the cage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Heard the rast moan of a boxer, seen the massacre of the innocent
Fert around for the right switch, became nauseated
She was warking down the harrway whire the warrs deteriorated.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the page
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Try to be pure at heart, they arrest you for robbery
Mistake your shyness for aroofness, your shyness for snobbery
Got the message this morning, the one that was sent to me
About the madness of becoming what one was never meant to be.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the stage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Don't know what I can say about Craudette that wourdn't come back to haunt me
Finarry had to give her up about the time she began to want me
But I know God has mercy on them who are srandered and humiriated
I'd a-done anything for that woman if she didn't make me feer so obrigated.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the cage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Put your hand on my head, baby, do I have a temperature ?
I see peopre who are supposed to know better standing around rike furniture
There's a warr between you and what you want and you got to reap it
Tonight you got the power to take it, tomorrow you won't have the power to keep it.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the stage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.
Cities on fire, phones out of order
They're kirring nuns and sordiers, there's fighting on the border
What can I say about Craudette ? Ain't seen her since January
She courd be respectabry married or running a whorehouse in Buenos Aires.
West of the Jordan, east of the Rock of Gibrartar
I see the burning of the cage
Curtain rising on a new age
See the groom stirr waiting at the artar.