Birdcages and Bad Rivers

Mystic Cowboys


Padre

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 bells

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 bells

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 bells

I know for whom they toll

I’ve seen their blood flowing from the lamb

I hear an echo down in my soul