They say the losers come to you, And you'll appreciate all that they've been through Franz Kafka says we're on trial You say one day we'll all look back and smile Yes, I've heard of the straight and narrow road. Some say we're selling out our moral code. Some say that in these troubled days It's the only job that pays. Well, Jimmy's gone to Sunset Strip appealing for survival And Johnny's gone to Carolina with a stack of Bibles. I never know which side they want to see. Will you be their mirror when they cast their stones at me 'Cause sometimes I feel just like Mary Magdalene. I followed every voice that called to me. I've got to say so much for destiny As spiders build their webs in my shoes. Lord, this must be the blues. Well Janey says you've got to find the perfect path to follow And Jeannie says you'll never find no ground that isn't hollow No more curtains to hide behind, it seems. Will I cast a longer shadow when he shines his light on me? 'Cause sometimes I feel just like Mary MagdaleneTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
