Frog Eyes – Paul's Tomb lyrics

Revitalization has become the pitfalls of the lame
As if I was the wind, pirouetting between the rain
I'm going to have to creep slowly if I'm going to crawl down to Paul's Tomb
Because he will never ever break on through
And I will never break on through
And the captain cries "Transgressor" in his mega-phone is what he do
And we're just doing what we do
Oh, Donna, Donna, I am on a
Aero-plane to the tepid Bahamas

Oh the sun is a cold and pale horizon
And it knows not the rays that it bequeaths unto the dying
Look at the stains and the rips in his white chain-mail
He has slipped from the precipices of his dusty campaign trail
And the company that rides at dawn does so in great fake mock-peril
As they thread their way onto the misery of Christ's wooden nail
Do you or don't you need a band-shell to scale?
"I am the new man, I am the new man," as he yelled, as he bailed

Oh, I won't stand for insurrection against our one monarch
See Holy kings, and Richard
You're covered in the red red gore of your own devising
And I won't stand for insurrection against our one monarch
When you're hitching a ride with the SENSITIVE GIRLS!

I'm gonna ride on their payrolls

And the captain cries to his son: "Son, I bequeath you no gold in these hills."
And the captain cries to his wife: "Wife, I bequeath you no son in these hills."
And they move from visionary concert to visionary concert
Questioning the strength of
Their delinquent cousin's pills
And they move from visionary concert to visionary concert
Questioning the strength of
Their errant cousin's will

And as a bumble-bee drowns in a golden SEA
I grow tired of these excesses

But THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE! HOPE! THERE'S ALWAYS HOPE!
SHACKLE YOUR WRISTS TO THE RAZOR-LIKE RIM!
HOLD ON TO THE EDGE OF THE RAZOR-LIKE RIM!

NO SUICIDE!

Oh Donna don't be bashful don't be shameful
They ought to show you the respect according to your station...
But: you're never going to break on through