Testo Borned King - Frog
Testo della canzone Borned King (Frog), tratta dall'album Count Bateman
Picked up from the third ring
Heard your bracelets jing-a-jing
The sound of your voice hanging when you knew that it was me
The silver armor glinted in the noonday sun
The squire closed his eyes and dreamed of Michigan
The soldier's smiles watered as he
Gazed upon the gates of the born king
She bawled in the corners of a jittery space
Her nipples set out like dinner plates
She pulled in close and hesitates
Inside of the walls of the born king
Lord, she drawled, abandoned swings
Men through stalls, inside the walls
The villagers, they screamed
In the grocery stores and streams
The gracious mothers grieved
Closed the doors and wept for the spring
Sometimes when I look at old pictures of you
I could just crawl right through the frame
All the boys and girls and cows and arms and cocaine
The procession lied out like reverent thighs
The magistrates with batted eyes
The fields stained red like cherry pies
Inside of the walls of the born king
Lord, she drawled, abandoned swings
Men through stalls, inside the walls
La-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da-da, la-da-da
La-da-da
Walking home
Don't pick up the phone
Walking home
Credits
Writer(s): Daniel Bateman
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