Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
So pull like a dog
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Hows God's little soldier doin'?
Shoot from the hip
Don't hide your cuts and tricks (or you'll fucking slip)
Give her the road
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience
And she never wrote
Rowin' and rowin' and rowin'
Dark nights, but the spirit's glowing
All the hearsay carves so deep
So red is the beggar's hand
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
All the hearsay carves so deep
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Up she flew, hadn't lost a feather
Right she said and she never wrote
Pull like a dog
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
With a lick of patience
Always being told to go placidly among the noise
And always with a lick of patience