Rooster's Call from Moon Window by Benjamin Woods

Rooster's Call

well honey you walk in lookin just like the fine china
with your feathers tucked around your ankles
with that Santa Muerta step, lord.

pusher lady drop your gun,
cause I don't need that love drug.
put your Christ away, this is a game
and I don't need that love drug.

you ask me to sing, but I got other things to do.
you tell me I'm lovely, then you tell me not to be so cruel.
well, I'd like to come, but honey, I got other things to do.

and just last week you went on down that mountain summit
looking for some peace of mind, you found it.
well, I got over my own grave,

but I don't need no medicine,
I don't need no medicine at all.
no I don't need to read your palm,
you'd just snuff me with that love drug.

I took you to the river where the gypsy mother said it all.
I took you before now I barely wanna come at all.
I should be leavin, said that rooster he just made his call.
yeah I took you before now I barely wanna come at all.

well I take alot of drugs but never from just one.
and when it comes to love I'm as jealous as the sun.

I make them see through mottled leaves and take them to the otherside of fear.
and outside looking in they see they're trapped inside a bubble sphere.

well I supply these revelations then I'm tired and I let you fall.
you might come still thinking that I don't love you at all.
now, that ain't true dear the sun must just come and go.
and I'm just leaving cause I heard that rooster he just made his call.


Copyright 2010 Benjamin Woods

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