Written by billy burnette. Sitting wasting time Sipping some cheap red wine I spent all but my last dime to get To feeling fine I'm the riff raft man
there's a red leaf that falls from a purple tree it falls it floats down one red leaf against a clear blue sky it floats down past the marbles in the
I'm down to no more patience Lack of sentiment liferaft Sit down, the large heart slave will see you now Don't try to play it all down around me You know
There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To heal the sin-sick soul Sometimes I feel discouraged And leave my fear
The moon was shining on the lake at night The slayer T-shirt fit the scene just right Through smeared mascara I looked into your eyes and saw a light
An ad on the tele put a lump in my belly sail with the North Sea Sail with the North Sea ferries you'll laugh all the way with so little to pay sail with
Once great King of Buzzard and cobra who once ruled over the land your existence has but ceased and time is no longer a demand Ritual Journey has begun
Verse 1 There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead There is a balm in Gilead (choir) There is a balm in Gilead
You think you're safe from all that's gone before No one can touch you now for evermore It's out of sight but not out of your mind You cannot lose it
Hello, come in, rub your face in the wind Can you feel it? It's all right to drift where the water is swift Don't you feel it? Are you ready to ride
A non smoking flight to, nowhere Ready to take off Last exit before breakdown Send a smile back from above I'm not looking for salvation I'm not waiting
{Know what I'm sayin'? Tired of takin' motherfuckin' bullets for niggas and shit Know what I'm sayin'? Catchin' 45s, being chased by the government, shit
Dans les bals populaires L'ouvrier parisien La casquette en arriere Tourne tourne tourne bien Dans les bals populaires Les " raquel " du sam'di Du bleu
fria soledad y la luz tan escasa. Balsera de mi amor se marcho buscando el sol y encontro un apagon sin luna en Nueva York. Balsera de mi amor se marcho
You've got me girl on the run around run around You've got me all around town You've got me girl on the run around And it's getting me down, getting me
Less is more I can hear fear knocking at my door On my own I can't waste time looking down So much to do If I could find the moment, I'll push through
There is a balm in Gilead To make the wounded whole There is a balm in Gilead To save the sin sick soul Some times I feel discouraged And I feel like