Dancing Bull from Regards by The Father

Riding on a dancing bull to the foot of a well
Chained our ankles to the rusty wire cage
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary in a coal mine
Yeah, we caught that dream
Where the green grass doth grow
Raising our song, that black winged bird
And a bull from the heather punch drunk on the perfumes of July
Learning love songs whistled through a thick of briar
Learning love songs whistled through a thick of briar (sarc.)
And we both went down like a hammer to the nail
Simmer down and take that long road
Riding on a dancing bull to the bottom of the well
Threw ourselves down the rabbit hole like a pocket full of change
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary
Raise a toast to the coal black wings of the canary in a coal mine
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings
Raise a toast to the coal black wings

• Acoustic
• post acoustic
• San Diego