W ith your mercury mouth in the m issionary t imes
And your e yes like s moke and your praye rs like rhym es
And your s ilver cr oss and your voic e like chi mes
Oh who among them do they thi nk could bur y you?
Wit h your poc kets well prot ected at la st
And your stre etcar visions which you p lace on the grass
And your fles h like si lk and your fac e like gl ass
Who am ong them do they think could carr y you?
S ad eyed lad y of the low lands
W here the sad eyed p rophet says that no man come s
My w areh ouse ey es my Arabi an dru ms
Shoul d I leave them by your gate
Or s ad eyed lady should I w ait?
Wit h your she ets like metal and your b elt like lace
And your deck of cards missing the jac k and the a ce
And your b asement clothes and your hollow fac e
Who am ong them can think he could outgu ess you?
Wit h your sil houette when t he sunlight dims
Int o your eye s where the moonlight swi ms
And your m atch-boo k songs and your gypsy hymn s
Who am ong them would try to impress you ?
S ad eyed lad y of the low lands
W here the sad eyed p rophet says that no man come s
My w areh ouse ey es my Arabi an dru ms
Shoul d I leave them by your gate
Or s ad eyed lady should I w ait?
The kings of Tyrus with the ir convict list
Are waitin g in line for their geranium kiss
And you wo uldn't k now it would happ en like th is
But wh o among them really wa nts just to kiss you?
Wit h your chi ldhood flames on your mid night rug
And your S panish man ners and your mothe r's drugs
And your c owboy mo uth and your curf ew plugs
Who am ong them do you think could resis t you?
S ad eyed lad y of the low lands
W here the sad eyed p rophet says that no man come s
My w areh ouse ey es my Arabi an dru ms
Shoul d I leave them by your gate
Or s ad eyed lady should I w ait?
Oh the farmer s and the busi nessmen the y all did decide
To show yo u the dead angels that they u sed to hide.
But why di d they p ick you to sympat hize with their side?
Oh how could they ever mista ke you?
The y wished y ou'd accepted the blame f or the farm
But with t he sea at your feet and the p hony false a larm
And with t he child of a hoodlum wra pped up in your arms
How co uld they ever ever per suade you?
S ad eyed lad y of the low lands
W here the sad eyed p rophet says that no man come s
My w areh ouse ey es my Arabi an dru ms
Shoul d I leave them by your gate
Or s ad eyed lady should I w ait?
Wit h your she et metal memor y of Canner y Row
And your m agazine-hu sband who one day j ust had to g o
And your g entlenes s now which you j ust can't help but show
Who am ong them do you think would emplo y you?
Now you stand with your thi ef you're o n his parole
With your holy medal lion which your fin gertips fold
And your s aintlike face and your gh ostlike so ul
Oh who among them do you thi nk could de stroy you?
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