I went out walking the other day The heat hung wet around my neck
My head it rung with screams and groans From the night I spent amongst her bones
And I passed beside the mission house Where that mad old buzzard, the reverend
Shrieked and flapped about life after your dead Well, I thought about my friend, Michel
How they rolled him in linoleum And shot him in the neck
A bloody halo, like a think-bubble Circling his head And I bellowed at the firmament
Looks like the rains are here to stay
And the rain p**sed down upon me And washed me all away Saying:
* Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy
Papa won't leave you, Henry Papa won't leave you, Boy
Well the road is long And the road is hard
And a many fall by the side Well Papa won't leave you, Henry
So there ain't no need to cry
** And I went on down the road (He went on down the road)
Oh yeah, I went on down the road (He went on down the road)
Well, the moon it looked exhausted Like something you should pity
Spent an age spotted Above the sizzling wires of the city
Well, it reminded me of her face And her bleached and hungry eyes
Her hair was like a curtain Falling open with the laughter
And closing with the lies And the ghost of her still lingers on
Though she's passed through me And is gone
Well the slum dogs, they are barking And the rain children on the streets
And the tears that we will weep today
Will all be washed away By the tears we weep today, we'll weep again tomorrow
( * , ** )
