Besedila: Mountain Goats, The. Jaipur.

i was having visions of sugar pastry

cooked up in clarified butter

i tried to turn my visions into prayers

but i built my castle way high up in the air

yeah i came to the gates of the fabled pink city

hungry, and tired, and cold

swing low sweet chariot

chrome tail pipe shining bright as spun gold



my brothers picked me up out of the rushes

handed me into the company of evil men

but I've inched my way down the eastern seaboard

i am coming to Atlanta again

yeah i came to the gates of the fabled pink city

hungry, and tired, and mad as all hell

swing low sweet jewel-encrusted chariot

make me young again

make me well



i am the killer dressed in pilgrim's clothing.

i'm the hard to find stations on the AM band.

i am the white sky high over tripoli

i am the land mine hidden in the sand.



yeah i came to the gates of the fabled pink city

hungry, and tired, and alone

sweet low sweet sweet sweet chariot

coming forth to carry me home