STRANGE LAND
In the garden of love
And the garden of hate
Another stranger down
In the body count
Some feel like they’ve been found
Some feel lost
I feel like fire and ice
Goin’ down on the black bayou
Gonna see the gris-gris man
Gonna turn my mind around
Take a trip to a strange land
Your political means
And the howling wolves
Wave your money around
Can’t hear the calling ground
Some feel…
Say reality bites
Sharp teeth, hard eyes
Say that blues run the game
One thing that remains
Some feel…
© A P Meister 2011