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never rests
Behold the image of Venus
By carnal lust possessed

Sulfur demons - the horns of Venus
Rape the boy within the man
Sulfur demons -
)
Your finest hour (blow your horn), your finest hour

Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been
of Cape Horn

Come all you old sea dogs from Devon
Southampton, Penzance, and Kinsale
You were caught by the chance
Of a sailor's last dance
It was
) 
Your finest hour (blow your horn) 

Take your instinct by the reins 
Your better best to rearrange 
What we want and what we need 
Has been confused
) 
Your finest hour (blow your horn) 

Take your instinct by the reins 
Your better best to rearrange 
What we want and what we need 
Has been confused
(blow your horn)
Take your instinct by the reins
Your better best to rearrange
What we want and what we need
Has been confused been confused (blow
) 
Your finest hour (blow your horn) 

Take your instinct by the reins 
Your better best to rearrange 
What we want and what we need 
Has been confused
Have you ever heard the story of the pride of Little Big Horn
Right from the lips of someone that saw
Well I was there on that cold and fateful
Written by Warren Zevon 1995 Zevon Music BMI

Every touch is measured out
Every word is written down
Sunny skies are seldom seen
In the land of few
Have you ever heard the story
Of the fight of Little Big Horn
Right from the lips
Of someone that saw?

Well, I was there on that
Cold
remember when I cannot hear that horn
That would roll up by the mountains
As she took us through the storm
I know they've got to take her
But I can't say
Victory we fought hard and prevailed
Brutally we were fighting

Stormy seas rolling thunder, piercing hail
Battlefield lit by lightning
remember when I cannot hear that horn
That would roll up by the mountains
As she took us through the storm
I know they've got to take her

But I can't
Pond or well

We're down here
Held here
Dragged here
And drowned here by
Rawhead and Bloodybones

Pop eyed
Horns
Bushy tailed
Long teeth and
Claws
Blood Red Roses
Our boots and clothes are all in pawn
Go down, you blood red roses, Go down.
And its flamin' drafty 'round Cape Horn,
Go down, you
face
In this concrete world full of souls
The angels play on their horns all day
The whole earth in progression seems to pass by
But does anyone hear
How sweet the answer Echo makes
To music at night;
When, rous'd by lute or horn, she wakes,
And faw away, o'er lawns and lakes,
Goes answering
Horn with a rifle by his side
Through the hills of Wyoming he would ride
There ain't no tellin' how many cattle thieves he killed
But it was God help
to change her mind

I ain’t giving up on you
I ain’t giving up on you

By owning up to this I’m breaking the promise
I made when I was on the losing end
Victory
We fought hard and prevailed
Brutally
We were fighting

Stormy seas
Rolling thunder, piercing hail
Battlefield
Lit by lightning
do
I wanna be loved by you just you and nobody else but you
I wanna be loved by you alone
[ horns ]
I couldn't inspire to anything higher...
to the shadows
I must die

Into realms of darkness
Where eternal shadows fall
My soul shall be free
Departed from the dying world
Embraced by the Dark Lord
Stranded here in ether
I couldn't get my feet into a windbreak today.
Pulling faces and swopping places
Grab the bull by the horns
But still I seem to be
and brown

I, said the sheep with curly horn
I gave Him my wool for a blanket warm
He wore my coat on Christmas morn
I, said the sheep with curly horn
want music, they don't know how to use it
The good back horn
They don't want music, they don't know how to use it
All they want is (a boom, boom, boom,