Besedila:
Tool Reflection

The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source is

The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source is

weeping The moon tells me a secret, a confidant As full and bright as I am This light is not my own and Familiar light reflections pass over me The source

up and show me someday I'll say you're vacant and maybe you're better off this way Leaning over you here cold and catatonic I catch a brief reflection

N is the place where I stay The B-to-the-R-the-O-the-O-K Place where I rest is on my born day Bust it, sometimes I sit back and just reflect Watch the

a bullet and begin to do the fool like I do that vatos mine To the night with a sight when I look the moon is full and get tool and look for my foe Got

' forties, gettin' green on acres, these broads were our mules That's when we used to serve in front of Commonwealth School Fuel for cars and jewels, chains and tools

wink at you from up high And talking fish comes as she moves I want to be like water and never need a doctor And carve the earth without my tools (Do

the same A chance to tell the crimes of the cruel A chance to wave the flag of the fool But the cross on your road is twisted And reflects an imageless tool