As the floods of God Wash away thin air They say it was written In the page of the Lord But I was looking For that great jazz note That destroyed The walls of Jericho The winds of fear

I'm just a soiled dirty boy, Mutilate and sew my new clothes for masquerading, Aprons of flesh corpse scalped hair with skin upon my face, Cold and silent, soiled face I will wash it all away, With my love, That's all she's ever needed, from me It's my