Death And Hell
Ton : AEnglish
She stAepped down from her carriage at 10 VeF#mrmillon Street
I took Doff my roustabout and slung Eit to her feet
We wenAt into her parlor and she cooledF#m me with her fan
But saidD i'll go no further with a fantasEy makin'man A
I saiF#d i'd walk on Ponchatrain for what Byou have today
Just toE drink from your deep well and i'll be on my wayA
She laughF#ed and heaven filled the room said Bthis i give to you
This bodEy's wisdom is the flesh,but here's a thing or twoA
DeathD and hell Eare never Dfull A
And neithDer are the eyes Eof men A
Cats Dcan fly fErom nine sDtories high A
And pigs can see Ethe wind D
She lAet me make my pallet in the moF#monlight on the floor
Just outsDide of paradise but right Ein hell's back door
The iAmage of her nibbled at the eye oF#mf my soul
My dreamDs were a hurricane and quite oEut of control A
Then herF# voice came through the storm it's mBore than flesh i deal
You willE have to pay for any wisdom that you stealA
I awokeF# to tinted windows and lavendBer and red
The firstE station of the cross is just above my headA
I awokF#e to gargoyles and a hard Bbench for my bed
Jesus EChrist and Pontias Pilate were just above my head A