The Dad Horse Experience - Dead Dog On A Highway

Like a dead dog on a highway
Like a dead dog I'm hanging around
Won't you stop and pick me up?
Dig me a deep hole in the ground

Wrap me in white linnen
That your mother used to wear
On the day you were born
Once I was a baby dog, too

Like a dead dog on a highway
& the big trucks passing by
Won't you put my little body down?
Cover it with boulders out of light

Kiss away the dread and blood
& comb my hair & straighten the broken tail
It was dancing up and down
While I was going down the Highway

I'm going down the Highway
Till I die Открыть страницу с текстом

Right from the peak I'm going down down down
I found another way to live
And the whole world's turning round round round
You see me dancing in the street
An iron hall it's full of Light
And all the people that once died
They are dancing & having fun
They know the Kingdom it will come

Ah dead babies singing in the sky
A song of marshmallow & apple-pie
There's no way to put them down
I see them dancing through the town

A killer's waiting in the wood
He doesn' care if you're bad or good
You'll be dancing in the streets with him
If there's no way there is no sin
And hairy truckers on the Highway
They drop their clothes all away
They are dancing naked in the sun
They know the Kingdom it will come

Ah dead babies singing in the sky
A song of marshmallow & apple-pie
There's no way to put them down
I see them dancing through the town

And all you people full of bones
With flesh & blood that you not own
Your borrowed bodies they'll go down down down
And you'll be dancing through the town
And if you tell me it's not true
Well I could say the same to you
How can you tell that what you're hanging on
Will it be real if Kingdom comes?

Ah dead babies singing in the sky
A song of marshmallow & apple-pie
There's no way to put them down
I see them dancing through the town Открыть страницу с текстом

My Brother, my brother, so selfish such pride
You went to the station in the middle of the night
Scaring the maidens
Scare them to death
My Brother, my brother, I can see it in your eyes
You were at the station in the middle of the night
& I wonder what shall I do
Shall I tell what's the truth?

What in the world should a poor boy fulfill
What would be doing god's will?
Tella me lord what a too shall i be
A can in the heat or a washing machine
A crown on the head or a knife in the bread
Oh, what shall i be?

My Sister, my sister, so helpless so shy
He kicked you in the belly, one day you must die
& you take your little bag
& then you go back
My Sister, my sister, so helpless so dumb
I could sing I could write
I could say what I want
You will follow your way
Till it's to late

What in the world should a poor boy fulfill
What would be doing god's will?
Tella me lord what a too shall i be
A can in the heat or a washing machine
A crown on the head or a knife in the bread
Oh, what shall i be?

My Mother, my mother, too heartless to sigh
You went to the station got something to fry
What you have in you pan, mother
Is it sister is it brother?
My mother, my mother, now what shall I do?
Shall I slay you with the pan
Or have a dinner with you?
It's not easy to decide
It's so hard to realize

What in the world should a poor boy fulfill
What would be doing god's will?
Tella me lord what a too shall i be
A can in the heat or a washing machine
A crown on the head or a knife in the bread
Oh, what shall i be? Открыть страницу с текстом