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the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
 Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
all over the world say their prayers and go to sleep
Knowing that when they wake up, the little fat man with the long white beard
Will have stopped by
from a light
that came from so far away
It was a miracle to my young eyes
on St. Valentine's Day

The streets, they were bog iron
The air was cruel
like a poet and hair like a rainbow
Reflecting the lights that did glow
And the sadness she kept in her eyes
Struck my senses a blow

And so as by
a light
He practically froze when I spoke
He practically froze when I spoke
But eased when he saw my cigarette
But eased when he saw my cigarette
Then
the Empire St. that's

[Chorus]

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties,
the Empire St. that's

[Chorus]

Lights is blinding, girls need blinders
So they can step out of bounds quick, the sidelines is
Lined with casualties,
the countryside. My name is St. George. I'm a knight.
 Saturday, July 10th. 8:05 pm. I was working out of the castle on the night
watch when a call came in from
a hillbilly boy
Named Johnny B. Goode
Who never ever learned
To read or write so well
But he could rock n' roll 
Like a bat out of hell
Go
Go Johnny go
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How
the light of the northern star
From frozen fjords of rime out to swift seas of raid
We have sailed by the light of the northern star
The northern night has
speak what's true
You say you don't, but I know you do
Come on up to my room
We'll undress by the light of the moon
Lay down and I'll caress that butt
Walking out tonight in the street lights I can see you,
Arm in arm with just another guy,
You look at me and wave hello-how friendly,
I look
The colors change
The dancer slows
And shifts his pace
And lifts his face
Into the blinding light show

A naked heart is
Quickly torn apart
to the St. James Infirmary, 
I saw my baby there 
She was stretched out on a long white table, 
So cold, and fine, and fair 
Go ahead! 

Let her go, let
on holding
If you stay one, you'll stay free
Go seek the lady
Who will give, not take away
Naked with stillness
On the edge of dawn she stays
Night
Wait for me by the banshee tree 
Let me be your wailing companion 
Pass 'em on by  don't look 'em in the eye 
Suicide Alley is callin' 
You
in the light
Of the naked flame

You see our enemies are many
And my friends are few
But look into my eyes
I'll fall in love with you
Checkin' out my
Returning at twilight
Out of a suffering light
As for naked fortune
I can color my mind one last time

Colors sweet surrounding me
The power
no need to be a pimp
Never been cute, never been fly
Since I been changed got that twinkle in my eye
Got my grill fixed, now I smile when I speak
fighting for a reason to go on.
Pretty paracetamol you soothe my aching brow,
I need you when my heard is spinning round,
I multiply myself by two in
The splendid things I planned
I always built to last on weak and shifting sand
I lived by night and shunned the naked light of day
And only now I see how
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How
When the two sevens clash (it dread)
Wat a liiv an bambaie
When the two sevens clash

Look up a cotton tree out by Ferry police station
How
the starlight
Is the same star bright
I'm thinkin' how a nine and a blunt is a switch
But turn out the lights and some will go bitch
It was one mc after one