Peter Wolf Crier – Hard As Nails 0

Hard smiles Softest voice Toes they touch the carpet steps Out the door into the breasts of you Vagrant queen
Show my hands to warmest touch Whispering as you dress me up a new bride to be Down the isle our sidewalk
calls A clergy of empty cars Cold night Silent priest. Clearing cracks Walking tall Promise you the moon and stars
Climbing rooftops of shopping malls Big you Little me Sharing tricks and secret trades Through the fields where
shadows play their games A toast to youth Upon the school unto the halls Write our names upon the walls Our
flag flying free Our land not to keep. Bare feet Maroon sales Leading us back to my room Behind the shed I offer
you my name but you refuse Kindly you watch over me Mary mother saint to be.