DYING TO BE HEARD
Pan-head Harley by the side of the road
The rider was the owner of a heavenly load
Stopping to deliver a message to Cain
Forty nights Forty days God awful rain
He said "let me remind you bout the Lord and his word
Less you forget He was dying to be heard"
Sweet little sister singing out loud
Taking a shot at a shot at the crowd
Everyone cried there was no place to run
Nobody saw who was holding the gun
One more drive by murder absurd
Somebody said she was dying to be heard
Mother Mary
It's getting scary
Very scary here
Brother Lenny
There's so many
The ghosts are everywhere
There goes the green there goes the blue
There go the many all for the few
I wouldn't believe it if I hadn't seen 'em
Fill in the space that was in between
Icarus wanted to fly like a bird
Don't you believe he was dying to be heard
Mother Mary
It's getting scary
Very scary here
Brother Lenny
There's so many
The ghosts are everywhere
Pan-head Harley by the side of the road
The rider was the owner of a heavenly load
Stopping to deliver a message to Cain
Forty nights forty days God awful rain
He said let me remind you ''bout the Lord and his word
Less you forget He was dying to be heard"
words and
music by Bill Mumy
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