Covering hallowed ground
Gone Jackals
From high on Hippie Hill
we surveyed the sacred ground.
Covering hallowed ground.
Well, I was South of the Slot
by closing time
My black leather chaps
afloat the crystalline tide.
I wheelied down an alley
that shined with lube
Checked the ghost of Sylvester
by the light of the man on the moon.
Covering hallowed ground.
When daybreak broke
I hit the beach but found no sand,
though Saints Peter and Paul
were close at hand.
we surveyed the sacred ground.
Covering hallowed ground.
Well, I was South of the Slot
by closing time
My black leather chaps
afloat the crystalline tide.
I wheelied down an alley
that shined with lube
Checked the ghost of Sylvester
by the light of the man on the moon.
Covering hallowed ground.
When daybreak broke
I hit the beach but found no sand,
though Saints Peter and Paul
were close at hand.
Izvajalec: Gone Jackals