It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started roaming around the graveyard Wouldn't have bothered me so much Were he not walking on his hind legs and smoking cigars
Recite my lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
When the storm blew over we made our way To the old hay wain to infiltrate the sarcophagus By the dim light of a narrow window we saw The God's honest truth staring right back at us
Recite your lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, son of Virginia Everybody's in the church believing they're a sinner And looking for a sign from the true son of Virginia
Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder Truly we are living in an age of wonder Truly we are living in an age of wonder
It was the morning of All Saint's Day, '98 When that old blind dog started calling me associate Wouldn't have bothered me so much were it not for the fact That was the truth of it
Recite our lineage and genealogy You've got to know your history, Son of Virginia Stare into the embers on the first of November And remember you were born a true son of Virginia
I was thrown to the ground as my world broke asunder Truly we are living in an age of wonder I wept like a child as the son rose above her Truly we are living in an age of wonder.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
