Lyrics:
strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
Down at the railroad station my suitcase settin' by my side
Got no high hopes of leaving I'm just watching the trains go by
Watching the trains go
could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
From across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
Of John
strings
Free to flutter in memories of their wasted wings
Outside the cage I see my Brother John
He turns his head so slowly round
I cry out "Help!"
time, it's about changes and it's about time
There's a man who is my brother, I just don't know his name
But I know his home and family because I know we
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
of youth my mother took sick
And I was brought up by my brother
The iron ore poured as the years passed the door
The drag lines an' the shovels they was
home again, that's no lie.
Its like a letter in the mail to a brother in jail,
It's a matter of time until you can do a little bit better time.
It
he's walking to me with the Maker
My body, my body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head
big in Detroit City.
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine.
But by day, I make the cars,
And by night I make the bars,
If only they
big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write, they think I'm fine
But by day, I make the cars
and by night I make the bars
If only they could
can do all by myself
I can say my alphabet
There's not a letter I'll forget
I don't need help from my dad or my mother
Don't need to ask my yucchy big
smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me but they don't
smile
I spit in a bamboo viper's face
And I'd be dead but by God's grace
Drive on, it don't mean nothin'
My children love me but they don't
to me with the maker
My body is bent and broken
By long and dangerous sleep
I can work the fields of Abraham
And turn my head away
I'm not a stranger
In
only just begun
You better run and join your brother John."
Amongst the contorted faces of the Slippermen,
Rael recognizes what is left of his
know they don't wanna go back, no glory
Scene IV, the pimp got took out by Barry's brother
We got this tip on some new fresh bait
Money in their heads
With Judas kiss and make up
Even with the bitter cup
Forgave my brothers and drank up
Did everything but gave up
Stab my back, I can't front
Still
many miles
They locked me in a prison cell to await my trial
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
John 'Babbacombe' Lee
The man who'd defend me was ill and couldn't
floor, he catches sight of his brother John with a number 9 stamped on his forehead.
The hall runs like clockwork
Their hands mark out the time;
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use
I'm just average, common too
I'm just like him, the same as you
I'm everybody's brother and son
I ain't different than anyone
It ain't no use
I'm big in Detroit City
From the letters that I write they think I'm fine
But by day I make the cars, by night I ake the bars
If only they could read
as a wife but not as a sister in law
Forgive me John...
You're asking me to do somethin' I can't do
It's hard to explain but can't you see my brother loves
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