- Sir Francis Bacon at the Net 歌詞 Cowboy Junkies
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- Cowboy Junkies Sir Francis Bacon at the Net 歌詞
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- Merciless nature, human and mother walk this land
Each through the arm of the other
Their tithe they count in millions
In a Land that loves its villains
So calculating it parses a man
Between the hand that held the dream
And the sword being held by the hand
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Tangled bones of their crimes bleaching
Their golden frames hang gleaming
Bleaching bones of their crimes tangling
There he stands a mere mist of a thing
Waiting his turn to challenge the
King He counts his time in centuries
He lives on the smallest of mercies
He counts his time in centuries
As the map is unrolled the dagger comes out
And that which was certain will now end in doubt
Thank you
Sir Francis
Bacon Another piece of advice not taken
Thank you
Sir Francis
Bacon Another piece of advice not taken
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