conquer pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold The cripple here that you clothe and
another song, boys This one has grown old and bitter Ah, his fingernails, I see they're broken His ships, they're all on fire The moneylender's lovely
the lions and Christians fight And there are no letters in the mailbox And there are no grapes upon the vine And there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore And
?Well then, who are you?" she sternly spoke To the one beneath the smoke "Why, I'm, I'm fire," he replied "And I love your solitude, how I love your
And you held her in the shadows Where the raspberries grow wild And you climbed the twilight mountains And you sang about the view And everywhere that you wandered Love
Yes and here, right here Between the moonlight and the lane Between the tunnel and the train Between the victim and his stain Once again, once again Love
my altar and I hoist my Axe again And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began When Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man And
altar and I hoist my axe again. And I take the one who finds me back to where it all began when Jesus was the honeymoon and Cain was just the man. And
was just a child, and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, and
lions and Christians fight. And there are no letters in the mailbox and there are no grapes upon the vine, and there are no chocolates in the boxes anymore, and
. Yes, and here, right here between the moonlight and the lane, between the tunnel and the train, between the victim and his stain, once again, once again, love
pain, you must learn, learn to serve me well. You strike my side by accident as you go down for your gold. The cripple here that you clothe and feed
another song, boys, this one has grown old and bitter.) Ah his fingernails, I see they're broken, his ships they're all on fire. The moneylender's lovely
cold and lonesome heroine. "And who are you?" she sternly spoke to the one beneath the smoke. "Why, I'm fire," he replied, "And I love your solitude, I love
was torn at the shoulder You'd been to the station to meet every train And you came home without Lili Marlene And you treated my woman to a flake of your life And
and you held her in the shadows where the raspberries grow wild. And you climbed the twilight mountains and you sang about the view, and everywhere that you wandered love