A Wild Bouquet CD 2005 |
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I roll along just inches off the pavement
and only three or four feet from your face
and we're trusting one another with our lives now
we both could disappear without a trace
Now the crack addicted baby's back there crying
and the cops are outside busting shopping carts
and they're killing guys like me for a lousy fifty bucks
as concrete fills the cracks in broken hearts
So let me make my confession
to the crime I'm guilty of
In a world rewarding hatred
I was born a child of love
The prostitutes are desperate for the business
and their customers are desperate for relief
The condoms and syringes line the gutters side by side
and a word of love is met with disbelief
The holocaust is right outside my window
Every evil you can think of has been done
The apocalypse has come and gone unnoticed
And I still get up to greet the morning sun
As I drop off socialites down at the Palace
and I wonder what the hell I'm doing here
I remember that my mother and my father were in love
and joyful must have been some of the tears
And when my life is over
and they lay my soul to rest
I just hope that I may hear a voice whisper in my ear
telling me did I pass the test
So let me make my confession
to the crime I'm guilty of
In a world rewarding hatred
I was born a child of love
So let me make my confession
to the crime I'm guilty of
and may I be worthy of
be it strength or be it weakness
I was born a child of love