Birdcages
and Bad Rivers
Mystic
Cowboys
I’ve
come with this message
Pounding
through my brain
That
you can’t decipher
And
I can’t explain
Seems
I wandered far from my post
Searching
for remnants of my Holy Ghost
So
kindly padre
Tell
me through that screen
When
death appears
Does
it move in through the dreams
No
I never sit down inside of here
But
the devil he visits me I fear
Padre
I can hear that ringing of the bell
I
know for whom they toll
I’ve
seen their blood flowing from the lamb
I
hear an echo down in my soul
Left
that woman way down in Mexico
Skied
on out on the early Cali snow
Seen
many men crying out your name
Begging for mercy all in vain
The
light of night don’t hide these scars
The moon
turns red the smog hides the stars
Find
the right words give me some grace
But
padre please don’t hide your face
Padre
I can hear that ringing of the bell
I
know for whom they toll
I’ve
seen their blood flowing from the lamb
I
hear an echo down in my soul
The
sky is split I hear the ringing of the bell
I
know for whom they toll
I’ve
seen their blood flowing from the lamb
I
hear an echo down in my soul