Текст песни Patti Smith - Boy Cried Wolf
Patti Smith - Boy Cried Wolf слова песни
Oh the storys told been told retoldFrom the sacred scriptures to the tabloidsAll the fuss and fight none above a whisperThe soul of gold the belly of a boyWell they drew him from the forestLike they draw bloodTied him to a tree like st. sebastianAnd he turned his head and let the arrows flyThrough the trees, the treesThe ornamental leavesBoy cried wolfWolf dont comeWolf withinBoy cried wolfIn the ancient mold theyre dancing downCalling to the moon but it dont answerAnd they fell on their kneesAnd passed the bowl aroundAnd the blood the blood the sacramental bloodBoy cried wolfWolf dont comeWolf withinBoy cried wolfI am the body I am the streamI am the wake of everythingThey bring me flowers that are myselfGarlands of blood that are myselfSlain the lamb that is himselfTorn reborn the cries of our dismayAre nothing to the wind but whose to mindKings are lifted up and kings are thrownLost received retrievedThe human tideInnocence had its dayInnocence had its dayInnocence innocence