Song For Tom Waits

some folks are fighting for survival
so weary in this world full of woe
they know that their enemy never sleeps
and no moss on a rolling stone grows

pick up the pitchforks and the tambourine
march barefoot into the snow
drip your blood onto the miller's grave
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

lately all the children are in hiding
where they hide nobody knows
i went in the forest with a butcher knife
no moss on a rolling stone grows

something was stirring in the meadow
the grass was moving to and fro
i leapt like a tiger, hungry and hot
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

they caught me in the wire up at village point
hung me up like a scarecrow
i washed my hands in the blood of christ
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the sun was shining like a silver spear
it burned me from my head down to my toes
i died laughing like the bastard that I was
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

the children bring me flowers almost every day
they dance and sing, i watch them grow
if i could touch them the devil would deny
no moss on a rolling stone grows

ain't nothing left but my dust and bones
can't even run a flag on up the pole
when you die be sure to drop by
no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows

no moss on a rolling stone grows
no moss on a rolling stone grows
the winds will blow
and the rivers will flow
no moss on a rolling stone grows

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